Seeing that Jing Zhe had firmly decided to leave immediately, Lin Baohe reluctantly said, "Xiao Zhe, if you really must go now, then take me with you. Wait just a moment for me; I need to talk to your Aunt and give her some instructions." After speaking, he anxiously looked at him, fearing he might refuse.
Made slightly uncomfortable by his gaze, Jing Zhe smiled helplessly, "Uncle Lin, if you truly consider me your godson, don't stand on ceremony with me. With my stature, what do you have to worry about?"
Standing over six feet tall, Jing Zhe might not have been as sturdy as Zhou Mikang, but still, he was imposing enough that not many would dare to provoke him. In fact, ordinarily, three to five people definitely could not match him.
