Seeing Tang Hao fall silent, Duanmu Ci smiled in satisfaction.
"That's more like it." His tone was casual, carrying the ease of someone in complete control. "Don't worry. As long as you behave, there'll be plenty of chances for you to see your little San."
An Impure World Reincarnation body could not show expressions, but Tang Hao's soul seemed to burn soundlessly.
His words carried boundless fury and bone-deep hatred:
"Hmph! You'd better keep your word... Otherwise, even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will never help you."
Duanmu Ci shrugged indifferently. Such threats were hardly worth taking seriously.
Why bother arguing with a dead man?
His gaze shifted to Tang Chen, who still stood in the distance with a vacant expression, then back to Tang Hao.
"There, go persuade your father. Use the same method I used to 'enlighten' you just now. Make him see sense and behave himself."
"You!" Tang Hao felt rage explode in his heart, and the overwhelming humiliation nearly swallowed him whole.
But what could he do? Resist? Under this bizarre secret technique, even death had become a luxury.
Still, a hidden thought began to grow in Tang Hao's heart: this was actually an opportunity.
At least his father could temporarily retain his sense of self.
Duanmu Ci... You will regret loosening the restraints on my father and me. Just wait and see.
Tang Hao said nothing more and silently walked toward his father.
At Duanmu Ci's thought, light instantly returned to Tang Chen's eyes, and father and son began to speak directly.
Tang Chen would surely accept the conditions he offered as well. How could Duanmu Ci not know what they were thinking?
Duanmu Ci no longer concerned himself with the details of their conversation. He strolled calmly over to Zhu Zhuqing and