Returning so many cultivation methods in one stroke showed just how determined that child was to sever his father-son relationship with Li Tiangang!
He Jianlan glanced at Li Tiangang's livid face and sighed.
"Tiangang, you are his father, after all. Stop holding a grudge against Hao'er. If Father and the elders hadn't been so open-minded, your marriage to Qingqing would have met with countless obstacles, and your child would have faced all kinds of criticism."
"Everyone says Hao'er was born lucky, but where was his good fortune? He was born into a military family and enjoyed fine clothes and lavish food, but you and Qingqing were never there for him. That child waited fourteen years for you, and only you returned. Yet before you'd spent even a few days together, such a terrible conflict erupted between you."
"If this continues, the bond between you and your son really will be gone."
"Seventh Brother."
Li Xuanli's gaze was complicated. "I've met Hao'er. He really isn't as bad as you make him out to be. If that child were my son, I'd be too happy for words. He treats people with courtesy and knows where to draw the line. He's certainly not reckless. Besides, you saw the results of the interrogation yourself..."
At that point, something seemed to occur to him. His eyes shifted slightly, and he couldn't help sighing.
"Seventh Brother, you can't blame Hao'er for the slap Ru Meng took," Li Fenghua couldn't help saying.
As he spoke, he shot a fierce glare at his wife, Wang Xiangru, beside him.
Wang Xiangru glared right back, showing not the slightest fear of him.
Fury surged through Li Fenghua. He clenched his fists, but eventually relaxed them again.
He remembered his father's teaching: a man's fists were meant to conquer the world,