That was what they believed: once someone had a new body, they became a new person, and everything from before no longer counted.
As Yu Xiaogang's disciple—the theoretical Big Shit—Yu Dash had surely told Tang San about the Soft Bone Rabbit's habits: how many in a litter, how many litters a year.
Since Xiao Wu had completely become human, everything from before naturally no longer counted. Otherwise, Tang San wouldn't have accepted her.
Qian Renxue, however, didn't agree. "That's just sophistry. Are you going to say the soul is the same, too?"
Qian Renxue's words riled Bibi Dong up again. She grabbed the armrest of her chair and crushed it. They hadn't seen each other for over a decade, yet her daughter had become so aggressive and sharp-tongued.
"He's not right for you. He's mine!"
"What do you mean, yours? He should have the right to make his own choices. Whoever he chooses is his business. What good does this do?" Qian Renxue retorted.
Bibi Dong didn't want to acknowledge what she'd said in the past.
That he would meet more girls, that he would find someone suitable, that she shouldn't waste her time on him—and the other party had also acted as if she didn't care at all.
Could it be that, in the end, they'd both been putting on an act for each other?
Comforting each other.
Now, Bibi Dong simply didn't want to admit it.
"Could he possibly choose you?"
Bibi Dong looked Qian Renxue over a few times. She was indeed quite beautiful and could attract many outstanding men. The only man worthy of her was the finest in the world.
And the finest man before them was Li Pu.
At twelve, he'd slaughtered his way through Slaughter City; he'd developed the Ring Condensation Method and