The mask had finally slipped.
While the young noblewomen present perhaps hadn’t fully grasped the implication, Hu Weishan saw the truth in an instant. It was over—Elder Lu was holding a real grudge.
*Really, Old Lu,* Hu thought. *Qingyao and the others are just children. How can a man with one foot in the grave stoop to bickering with them?*
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