We Were Tricked. Hahaha…

"Isn't that so?" The middle-aged man expressed some regret. "I wonder who composed it. Could you introduce me to the author?"

Jiang Hao shook his head. "He probably passed away."

"I see." The middle-aged man didn't press him further but raised the wine bottle in his hand. "Would you care for some wine, fellow disciple?"

"Thank you for your kind offer, but I don't drink," Jiang Hao said.

"It seems it really wasn't your poem. What a pity…" The middle-aged man sighed in disappointment.

Jiang Hao didn't say anything.

"Well then, sorry for bothering you." The middle-aged man turned and walked away.

Jiang Hao paid no mind and moved away from the area and continued downstream.

Hong Yuye didn't turn around, and he didn't dare to look at her either.

The wooden boat didn't need to be returned. So, they left it downstream.

The middle-aged man watched the boat leave and stood beside the drunken man. "Such a shame… really a pity."