Bab 337: Looking at the Red Flowers, Wet with Rain at Dawn, Really Reading for a Night

Liao Chen trembled.

Oh no!

Liao Chen was used to being a businessman. In such a situation, he subconsciously wanted to figure out how to protect himself.

But Young Master Han Mu was not!

This was a Confucian scholar who had traveled the world at a young age.

This was the hero that Mr. Dongfang had personally introduced!

Liao Chen sighed softly, turned around, and bowed to Han Muye. "Brother Han, I was wrong."

Han Muye stood up, his expression indifferent, but he did not reach out to help him.

"It was no wonder Dongfang Shu didn't acknowledge your Liao family's disciples as disciples. You're a merchant. Have you even lost your temperament as a Confucian Dao cultivator?"

Han Muye looked at the opposite window sill and saw that Jiang Chongyang and Luo Wuyang were fine.

"I, Han Mu, traveled the world and came with poems and essays. You're saying that I don't know poetry?"

It was a perfect fit!