Tang Yan calmly instructed, "Would each lady please take hold of one of your son's arms?"
Once they had done so, Tang Yan continued, "On my count of three, pull your son into your arms.
"Whoever manages to pull him into her arms is his birth mother!"
Mr. Luo frowned and asked, "Young sir, your method is far too crude. Unless you have grounds for it, I cannot agree!"
Tang Yan remained perfectly composed and said with certainty, "Naturally, I have grounds. Mother and child are linked at heart. Children in particular possess pure Xiantian energy within their bodies, allowing them to see through good and evil.
"When Young Master Dou is pulled, this Xiantian energy will automatically activate, sensing his true birth mother and prompting him to throw himself into the real Madam Dou's arms.
"This is also the only way.
"If it does not work, I willingly accept punishment!"
"Very well, give it a try!" Mr. Luo nodded.
"Ladies, get ready. Three, two, one, begin!" Tang Yan said in a low voice.
The moment he finished speaking, both ladies pulled their son toward themselves with all their might. Young Master Dou immediately began wailing in pain.
Tang Yan's voice was cold. "Do not let go. Your son's Xiantian energy is about to emerge!"
"Mommy, it hurts..." Young Master Dou pleaded with heart-rending cries. "Stop pulling Haohao..."
Though their faces were filled with anguish, the stakes were too high. How could either lady dare let go so easily? They continued pulling hard.
The onlookers watched with their hearts clenched. The pain of a child not yet three being tugged apart like this was all too easy to imagine.
Crack!
A sharp sound came from Young Master Dou's left arm. Everyone's pupils contracted. His arm had been pulled out of