Wang Muyu wanted to acknowledge Wang Ling as his father, and Lotus Sun was at a loss for words. At the same time, Wang Ming also felt a little bitter inside, he hadn’t expected Wang Ling to experience such a thing at the age of sixteen.
He could sense Wang Ling’s despair. After all, it was indeed ridiculous for him to become the father of a strange child just because of a disagreement.
If it had been Wang Ming himself, he would probably have been shocked.
But at that moment, Wang Ming was still trying to think of a way. He stared at the battlefield in front of him, and when he saw the figure of a white-haired teenager...
Wang Ming’s thoughts suddenly changed, his eyes lit up as he asked Wang Muyu, “Well, Little Muyu, actually, the person you’re seeing fighting right now isn’t your father. The white-haired one over there is. Look, he looks so much like you.”