The crowd burst into laughter.
Tu Zhengfei was at least a jiazi old; how could such an elderly man call Xu Hao, this twenty-something young man, his uncle? Who could possibly utter such words?
"Don't push your luck!" Tu Zhengfei was furious. His premonition had come true—Xu Hao had actually demanded that he call him uncle in front of everyone.
How could he ever say such a thing?
If he did, where would he put his old face?
Wu Kui said in a cold voice, "Xu Hao, enough is enough. Why must you humiliate someone time and again? Do you find this amusing?"
Xu Hao sneered, "What? It's only permissible for you to humiliate us and those ordinary people, but not for us to humiliate you? Do officials have the right to set fires, while common people aren't allowed to light lamps? It seems you are very skilled at playing the double standard!"
