"I really didn't mean to. If I'd known I could actually hurt a Titled Douluo... hurt Uncle Tang, I wouldn't have used my fourth soul skill."
Chu Zhao felt utterly guilty. She even paused as she spoke, tears spilling from her eyes.
Tang San had felt somewhat awkward because Chu Zhao had truly injured Tang Hao, but the moment he saw her cry and remembered that she had done it all for him, he immediately forgave her.
She was still so young. Even if she had truly hurt him, it was only a superficial wound, no different from an ant bite.
"It's not your fault. You were just careless. I should thank you for helping me keep Dad here. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten to see him again this time."
Tang Hao's expression darkened further when he saw Tang San actually comforting Chu Zhao.
Was this still his son? Did his injuries count for nothing?
But at the thought of his wounds, Tang Hao himself felt too ashamed to mention them.
Even now, he could not understand why Chu Zhao's soul skill was so powerful. It completely defied common sense.
"Dad, where have you been these past six years? They all said you were actually by my side the whole time. Is that true? I could never see you, and I really, really missed you."
After soothing the "guilty" Chu Zhao, Tang San raised his head to look at Tang Hao. His eyes were filled with a child's yearning for family, along with the joy of seeing someone he had longed for day and night.
"Why are you acting all coy? You keep saying you miss me like I'm dead."
Tang Hao was still angry with Tang San, so he immediately snapped at him.
But Tang San did not mind