"Dad." The moment he saw Tang Hao sitting on the ground, Tang San was overwhelmed with emotion. Eight years—more than eight full years. How could he not be excited to see his father again?
"Sit." Tang Hao pointed to the ground in front of him.
Tang San gently set Lan Xue down beside him and hurriedly sat before Tang Hao.
A trace of bewilderment showed in Tang Hao's eyes. "Eight years have passed, Little San. Do you hate me for abandoning you for those eight years?"
Tang San shook his head. "No, I don't."
"Why?" Tang Hao asked.
A natural smile appeared on Tang San's face. "Because you are my father. You gave me my life. Without you, how could there be me? Children never have the right to blame their parents."
Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Hao felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. Looking at the son before him, only fourteen years old, the emotions he had suppressed could no longer be contained. He suddenly pulled Tang San into his arms, his strong, sturdy arms holding his son tightly.
Since his birth, this was the first time Tang San had felt Tang Hao's love for him. The feeling was so real. Though he had lived through two worlds, he had never experienced anything like this before. Even Master, whom he had always regarded as a father, had never given him such a feeling.
Tang Hao's movements were rough, and the force in his arms even made Tang San's bones creak softly. Yet held in his father's iron-like embrace, Tang San felt more relaxed than ever before. Family affection... was this what family affection felt like?
"I know you have many questions for me." Tang Hao pushed Tang San away and had him sit before him again.