Sun Hao glared at him fiercely. When he thought of Wu Guan, who would turn hostile and start a fight at the slightest disagreement, he ultimately backed down.
He wasn't afraid of being beaten up—he was a straightforward person and considered it honorable to be beaten for the sake of his general. What he feared was losing face.
It would be too embarrassing to be beaten up here without enough manpower to fight back.
"Wu Guan is the unreasonable one. Forget it, let's not talk about him anymore. I won't stoop to his level. But even though Lord Shao is recuperating, is it really impossible to see him in public?"
"General Sun!" Jia Heming's face darkened as he snapped coldly, "In Huaixi Province, you should speak more respectfully about Lord Shao. Otherwise, something unpleasant might happen."
Sun Hao was unconvinced. "How am I not being polite?"
Jia Heming only stared at him coldly. Though he was just a scholar, his gaze gradually made Sun Hao's hair stand on end.
