Blue Silver Grass Was Actually on the Same Level as the Clear Sky Hammer?

The loud slap echoed through the room.

Tang San was completely stunned. Even Xiao Wu, who lay on the bed groaning from time to time, lowered her moans considerably at that moment, as though she had been frightened.

Tang San covered his face, feeling only searing pain.

The injuries that had only just begun to improve seemed to have split open again, blood slowly seeping out.

Combined with the bandages wrapped all over his body, he looked terrifying, like a zombie. If he ran outside in the middle of the night, he would probably scare someone to death.

Before he could even utter a complete sentence, Tang Hao's slap had landed on his face. Tang San could not have been more bewildered or aggrieved.

The intense excitement and delight surging through his heart felt as though they had been doused with a basin of icy water, instantly turning cold.

Tang San looked at Tang Hao in disbelief. The words "Father, when did you get here?" that were about to leave his mouth instantly changed into:

"Father, why did you hit me?"

Tang Hao merely looked at him indifferently, his voice chilling.

"What were you doing?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of what he had just been doing, he was suddenly unable to speak, his lips trembling slightly.

"Father, I..."

Tang Hao still looked at him coldly, his tone grim and forceful.

"I asked you, what were you doing just now?"

Faced with his father's questioning, Tang San said nothing. He pressed his faintly bleeding lips together and lowered his head slightly. That slap had been anything but light.

"Answer my question."

Tang Hao had no intention of letting Tang San off.

The anger in his frosty voice was unmistakable.

Tang San still did not answer. Was he supposed