She naturally knew which stories Shen Xing was referring to.
Unfortunately, Shen Xing seemed to have believed every single one of them.
Song Meilin looked doubtful.
"Then what do you think happened?"
Shen Xing looked toward the training ground where Su Mo was shaking his injured hand.
"I think Sister Qingxi is right. He wanted to understand Dad's strength."
Song Meilin blinked.
"By getting punched?"
"Not exactly."
Shen Xing shook her head.
"Sensing an opponent's aura and personally experiencing their strength are completely different things. Maybe he wanted to know exactly how strong Dad was before getting serious. Only the pain felt by the flesh can give correct information."
The more she spoke, the more convinced she became.
"After all, he has fought so many battles, he should understand the value of information better than anyone."
Song Meilin looked toward Su Mo. Then she looked back at Shen Xing.
For some reason, the explanation sounded somewhat reasonable.
