The farce at the dormitory entrance was ultimately just a minor interlude in the early morning.
As for Wang Dong's shocking slip of the tongue, Tang San merely laughed it off on the surface and did not dwell on it too much.
Yet, as the three of them headed toward the freshman teaching building together, things began to grow somewhat subtle.
It was as though some invisible bond in Wang Dong's mind had touched a certain nerve.
She abandoned her previous arrogant young-master demeanor and proactively sidled up to Tang San, enthusiastically recommending herself, with every word revealing her strong desire to join the Tang Sect.
What made Tang San's scalp tingle even more was that, in the eyes of this prospective daughter as she looked at him, he keenly caught a hint that something was amiss.
Perhaps due to her lack of fatherly love, Wang Dong's gaze upon him at that moment
faintly carried a complex feeling of deep attachment, even a kind of "misplaced emotional dependence."
No, how could this be?
In a sense, she was his daughter too!
If these familial relationships became a mess, what would become of him, Tang San, who was pure and spotless?
Alarm bells blared in Tang San's heart, and he hurriedly called out frantically within his sea of consciousness, "Father, save me!"
Hearing his precious eldest son's plea for help, Jiang Li's calm yet somewhat casual voice sounded in his consciousness, "Little San, don't panic. Since this little girl is determined to join the Tang Sect, simply go along with her wishes and let her join.
When all is said and done, she is merely a pitiful girl with no control over her own fate."
Jiang Li paused briefly before continuing his analysis, "From the moment that hypocrite in the heavens