"Don't flatter yourself." Wang Hao rolled his eyes, "First, you're worthless, second, you're not as gentle as my beloved Yiling. What do I need you for!?"
"I'm not as gentle as Zhao Yiling!?" Le Xuan pointed at herself incredulously and asked Wang Hao. She seriously doubted her ears. Zhao Yiling, that domineering queen, was considered gentle in Wang Hao's eyes?
"Isn't it obvious!?" Wang Hao gave Le Xuan a disdainful look. "My darling Yiling only has eyes for me, but what about you? You're always messing around with Xia Weiwei."
Le Xuan rolled her eyes and decided to ignore the jerk. "So, what do you want then!?"
Wang Hao thought for a moment, "I want those unique skills your dad has, especially the one for condensing cannons."
"Condensing cannons!?" Le Xuan furrowed her brows, recalling how her dad had indeed condensed a cannon with his hands while fighting that old demon. She wondered what was so special about it that Wang Hao had taken notice.
