"What do you have in mind?" Han Zongxin asked casually, not particularly serious.
"We could invite Chu Hao to dinner, apologize to him, and resolve this grudge," Han Tao said with a sly smile.
Hearing this, Han Zongxin almost wanted to slap him.
What kind of idea is that? Have you been hit stupid?
"Brother, hear me out!" Han Tao hurriedly said, he was the one who had been thoroughly beaten by Chu Hao, while Han Zongxin had only lost face, naturally, he hated Chu Hao even more.
Han Zongxin snorted, saying, "Go ahead," his tone already filled with displeasure.
"While at dinner, we can poison him," Han Tao said ominously.
Slap!
Han Zongxin finally couldn't hold back and slapped Han Tao across the face, angrily yelling, "Are you stupid? How would we get away with it then? Do you think a True Disciple can just die so mysteriously?"
