Meng Chuan's face darkened, leaving Little Stone baffled.
He had been fine just a moment ago. How had he suddenly turned like this?
Ruthless was used to it. So what if he changed his expression? Had this man not done it often enough over the past few thousand years?
“This is going too far.” Meng Chuan gritted his teeth. Last time, the man had only made him say a few nice things. This time, he wanted Meng Chuan to beg!
Give him an inch, and he would take a mile!
Who knew what outrageous demand he would make next time something like this happened?
He absolutely could not let a certain someone grow any more arrogant!
Meng Chuan did not even need to think to know who had sent him the message.
“I'm telling your son!” Meng Chuan said inwardly, threatening Shi Hao with the prospect of ruining his image in front of his own child.
Calamity Land Handsome Guy froze, then burst out laughing. He had heard of telling someone's parents—and had even done it himself—but what was this about telling someone's son?
[He won't believe you.]
Shi Hao was confident. In Little Stone's eyes, Shi Hao was the greatest person in the world, the peerless Desolate Heaven Emperor.
How could Little Stone believe some random person who came along and told him his father secretly threatened people?
It was like telling the people of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands that the Heavenly Emperor was a sofa—no, that the Heavenly Emperor had a wildly playful streak. They would not believe that either.
Image Management.
Meng Chuan was speechless. What version of Shi Hao was this? How could he be so shameless?
In Calamity Land, Shi Hao stopped. He looked around, gazing through the Ten Thousand Worlds and the