At Tang San's words, Tang Wutong's bright, pink-and-blue eyes went blank for an instant, and the radiant, natural smile on her face grew somewhat numb and stiff.
The change was subtle, however, and with the bizarre atmosphere of the scene before them, almost no one noticed that detail.
Except...
Tang San and Ye Qing, the two instigators.
Noticing the slight change in Tang Wutong, a barely perceptible gleam of delight flashed through Tang San's eyes, while a cold sneer flashed through Ye Qing's.
Tang San's delight naturally came from his "successful control" over Tang Wutong. Perhaps this God King of unknown origins was powerful and had used sweet words to deceive his darling daughter.
But so what?
What good was strength? My daughter was still my daughter. No matter what, she would only ever listen to me!
Watching Tang Wutong let go of the Goddess of Life, come to his side, and obediently call him Dad, Tang San answered her while turning his head to give Ye Qing a contemptuous glance.
Yet he saw no expression of furious frustration on Ye Qing's face. His expression was terrifyingly indifferent and cold.
Has humiliation turned to anger? Tang San thought, then rejected the idea himself. No, he couldn't possibly know about the measures I left on Xiao Qi. Most likely, he looks like this because Xiao Qi betrayed him, right?
How laughable. So what if he has reached the God King realm? Isn't he still dancing in the palm of my hand, just like the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life?
Ye Qing, meanwhile, saw his hypocritical expression perfectly clearly-the smugness of a petty man flushed with success, still pretending to be gentle and refined. At this moment, Tang San's heart was probably filled with contempt for Ye Qing and