Watching Tang Hao remain silent in thought.
Ye Qiu knew that he had definitely seen the writing on it and believed eight or nine parts out of ten of what Ye Qiu had said.
After talking for so long, Ye Qiu could also tell that Tang Hao did not harbor much hostility toward him at the moment. So he simply asked a question he already knew the answer to.
"Uncle Haozi, what's wrong with you? Do you know Sister YanYan and Senior Dugu? Oh, right. Senior Dugu is also a Titled Douluo, so perhaps—"
"Hmph!"
Tang Hao's cold snort cut Ye Qiu off.
"Who told you I'm a Titled Douluo?"
Tang Hao still held some disdain for Dugu Bo. In his eyes, Dugu Bo was nothing more than a bottom-ranker.
"I never said you were."
Ye Qiu curled his lips, brazenly denying it with his eyes open. Then, with great solemnity, he carefully put away the Marriage Certificate in his hand.
"I didn't expect you brat to be this lucky. You even managed to win over a Titled Douluo's granddaughter."
Looking at Ye Qiu, Tang Hao increasingly felt that he could be a useful ally to his son—at least before dealing with that soul beast. "Can't be helped. My charm is just too great."
"Charm? I'd say your skin is just thick." Tang Hao laughed and cursed without holding back. Narrowing his eyes, he continued, "You already have a fiancée, yet you still went after that young girl—and even so generously gave her such precious medicinal herbs to consume."
Hearing that, Ye Qiu cursed inwardly. He had not expected that even after the conversation had gotten this far, Tang Hao still had not given up and insisted on dragging things back to the immortal herbs. Scratching his head, Ye Qiu