Zhao Ling reached out and wrapped his arm around Xiao Wu's slender waist, running his hands all over her right in front of Tang San.
Xiao Wu's breathing quickened slightly. She rolled her eyes at Zhao Ling in exasperation. "Honey, behave. There are outsiders here..."
"Then who's better-looking, your husband or this brat Tang San?" Zhao Ling did not let Xiao Wu off, asking again instead.
"Do you even need to ask? Of course you're better-looking. Why else would I have insisted on marrying you?
"Tang San is so ugly. Nobody with half a brain would like him, right?"
Xiao Wu shot Tang San a disdainful glance. The way she looked at him like garbage left Tang San feeling as though a bone were stuck in his throat, and he glared furiously at Zhao Ling.
Seeing this, Tang Wutong stepped forward and viciously kicked Tang San in the stomach.
"Who do you think you are? You dare look at my husband like that? Look at him that way again, and I'll kill you."
Although Tang Wutong had heard that this brat was Tang San, she had no memories of him whatsoever, much less any sense that he really was her father.
Besides, this fellow looked only eleven or twelve. How could he possibly be her father?
Dai Mubai and Oscar, lying on the ground, did match her memories of them, however. She could recognize them.
Tang San immediately doubled over from the kick, veins bulging on his face and eyes nearly popping out.
After kicking Tang San, Tang Wutong walked over to Zhao Ling and asked gently.
"Honey, these fellows actually tried to steal our precious medicinal herbs. What do you think we should do with them?
"You worked so hard to grow those herbs. If these fellows stole them,