"Who's there?"
Hearing the hostile voice outside the carriage call him out by name, Fang Han, who had been in a good mood after the banquet, couldn't help but frown.
He lifted the carriage curtain, jumped down, and looked at the burly youth blocking his path.
When he got a clear look at the youth's attire, his heart sank. A name surfaced in his mind—Lin Hu.
According to Elder Fang Yuan, Lin Bao's older brother, Lin Hu, was the second-ranked Inner Hall Descendant of the Lin Family. After learning of Lin Bao's injuries, it was highly likely he would come looking for Fang Han to settle the score.
This person was probably Lin Hu.
"Are you Lin Hu?"
Fang Han asked. Although he already suspected it, he still needed to confirm.
"That's right, it's me!"
Lin Hu was built like a bear, strong and burly, and he glared at Fang Han with a cold light in his eyes.
"Fang Han, you injured my little brother, Lin Bao. It's time to settle that debt today!"
