Ling Chao was rendered speechless for a moment, "You really have a sharp tongue!"
"Yes, I have a sharp tongue, and I have the qualifications to back it up! I can indeed protect myself, can't I?"
"Xia Zhisu, don't think you're so capable! Without Ling Tian'ao, you'd have died several times over!" Ling Chao sneered coldly, "Back then, I opposed you being with Ling Tian'ao and sent out countless assassins, yet Ling Tian'ao blocked all of them for you. Without Ling Tian'ao, do you think you'd still be alive today?"
"You're right, without him, I wouldn't be alive. But without Ling Tian'ao, Ling Chao, you wouldn't be alive either! So, why can't you treat your son a little better?" Xia Zhisu retorted.
"Xia Zhisu, how dare you! You actually have the audacity to lecture me repeatedly! Ling Tian'ao saving me—isn't that the natural order of things?! I'm his father, without me, there wouldn't be him!"
Xia Zhisu couldn't help but laugh at this man whose brain seemed filled with sewage.
