"I know that after hearing this, you may feel utterly confused, shocked, and even find it hard to believe. After all, in your eyes, Tang San is a good father."
"But I have to tell you that you are completely wrong. He is not a good father at all, but a sinister and cunning scoundrel. Every good impression he has given anyone was nothing but an act! You can know a person's face, but not their heart. I regret being with him."
"Xiao Qi, you are no match for Tang San. Do not avenge me, and do not answer me. The God Realm is not home. Do not come back. If you truly cannot escape Tang San's clutches, then forget me."
"Pretend... that you never had a mother like me. That way, before he completely wrings every last bit of value from you, you can at least spend some time as the daughter of a God King."
"That is all I have to say. Mother hopes that you... can..."
Before she could finish, the voice vanished without a trace, like fallen leaves swept away by a bleak autumn wind.
For Xiao Wu, this was already the last of her spiritual power. Restoring Xiao Qi's memories completely and conveying these few words was the very limit of what she could do.
As for Tang San discovering what she had said to Xiao Qi, the possibility was practically zero.
After all, Tang San's spiritual sense was not constantly watching Xiao Qi. Most of the time, it remained dormant, only occasionally awakening under the orders of the main body to do certain things.
Or it would emerge to lend Xiao Qi a hand whenever she was in danger.
Wang Dong—no, she was Tang Wutong now.
She stood there blankly, as though struck by