The man was not taken aback by his words, but instead, his smile widened even more as he slowly replied, "I am your dad."
Mo Han's body froze as his eyes narrowed slowly, eyeing the man in front of him up and down, "You're lying."
The man shook his head, "I'm not."
Mo Han did not respond and looked at the man for a while longer. From what he could see, this man was not some simple person. Although he was old, he was tall and also had a strong built. His eyes were like dark holes, staring straight into Mo Han's soul.
Most of his skin was hidden underneath his outfit, and his hands were placed into his pant pockets, but just from the area of skin exposed by the low neckline of his shirt, Mo Han could see the edge of a scar. The man had a slight grin on his face, but it wasn't a kind grin, but a more menacing one.
