"Okay, from now on, Ling'er will be yours. Once you've set the wedding date, just let us know, and we will help you with the arrangements,"
Meng Qingde smiled, and Wu Gang nodded. But then he froze, puzzled. "Uncle, what do you mean by Ling'er is mine now?"
"What I mean is, since she's yours now, of course she should go with you."
"Our martial arts families don't need any proof for marriage," Meng Qingde declared proudly. "So you two can be together from now on, spend time to grow closer. Who knows, maybe next time you come, it won't be just the two of you, and I could become a grandfather."
"Er... "
Wu Gang's eyes widened as he stared at Meng Qingde. Was this really Meng Ling'er's biological father?
What kind of father acts like this? Wu Gang almost wanted to curse at his ancestors.
But he might as well let it go; it wasn't like he was the one at a disadvantage. After thinking it over carefully, he held back.
