"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that if you have designs on Xiao Wu, I won't spare you," Tang Hao said.
Su Ling gave a cold laugh. "Does Xiao Wu belong to your family? What is she to you? What right do you have to interfere?"
"Are you trying to provoke me? Since you're a junior, I don't want to lay a hand on you. But if you won't listen, I don't mind teaching you a lesson," Tang Hao said again.
"If you know I'm a junior, why are you bullying someone younger than you?"
"You're Tang Hao, aren't you? Tang San is your son?" Su Ling asked.
"Very good. You actually know who I am!" Tang Hao sounded a little surprised.
Su Ling said, "But I have my doubts. Is Tang San really your son? Didn't you notice all those things he knew from childhood? Those extraordinary techniques seemed to come naturally to him from birth. Tang San's body may be your son's, but his soul might not be. Where have you ever seen the things he knows?"
"Some old monster's soul might have taken over your son's body. Instead of interfering with me and Xiao Wu, you should hurry back and deal with your own child."
"You..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Tang San is my son, body and soul!" Tang Hao's voice grew hurried. Perhaps he really did harbor some doubts.
Still, in this world, even with his standing as a Titled Douluo, he had never heard of a soul taking over someone else's body.
Even after noticing Tang San's peculiarities, he firmly believed that Tang San was his son.
When Tang San awakened the Clear Sky Hammer and Blue Silver Grass, those doubts had already been dispelled. But hearing an outsider like Su Ling bring it