"Oh?"
Long Lie's lips curled slightly, but he soon regained his composure and then advised earnestly, "Don't you want to go back and consult with Han Qianluo first?"
"Can you make your own decisions?"
Obviously, this was said on purpose.
To Han Juecheng, those words sounded particularly grating. If he could find his father, why would he need to come here?
The only reason he agreed was out of fear that something might happen to his father, leaving the Han Clan without someone to hold the fort. He was looking for support to prevent retaliation. Then he laughingly said, "Dragon Head, you must be joking. I still have that much authority. I... I'll go back and issue the notice right away!"
The trip was immensely uncomfortable; he really wanted to curse someone out, to exhume Long Lie's ancestors and whip their corpses.
But all he could do was put on a brave face and smile, hoping that the Han Clan would have the chance to turn things around someday.