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"Oh no, foster father, my biological father is coming over …" It seems like he\'s not trying to get close to you, he\'s trying to get close to me! "

Seeing her father, whose eyes were filled with anger, dragging her mother with him as he walked towards her, the little fellow was still somewhat fearful.

"He won\'t come near you! If he really wanted to join in... Then let father take care of it! "

The foster father stared fixedly at his own son who was approaching him step by step.

That feeling seemed to be close and far away. Hetun wanted to touch him, wanted to hug him, but he could only stand in place and watch his own child attentively.

The child of the Hetun! His Hetun and his beloved woman, Su He\'s child!

He was already over thirty years old … He possessed the demeanor of a handsome king, a strong and healthy body, and was an outstanding and outstanding new rich and powerful individual from the Shen City.

From the resentment in his eyes that had been blinded by hatred before, to the passionate stare now, Hetun felt like he had experienced an illusionary nightmare. Fortunately, this nightmare could wake up in time!

The eyes Feng Xinglang looked at Hetun with were still filled with hostility. However, there seemed to be more complicated feelings hidden beneath this strong and ruthless aura. He couldn\'t see it clearly, nor could he understand it.

"Nuonuo, come over here!"

Feng Xinglang said in a low voice. Deep in his throat.

At this moment, the little fellow was like a child who had done something wrong, raising his head and looking at foster father Hetun instinctively. He seemed to be asking.

Hetun alighted from the horse and carried the little fellow along with him.

"Your father is calling you, go quickly!"

At this moment, Hetun did not shine with glory; instead, he chose to obey his own son\'s wishes and let his own grandson come back to his son\'s side. He did not force his grandson, nor did he confront his son Feng Xinglang.

"Farewell, foster father."

The little guy knew that today\'s happy ride was about to end, so he waved his little hands towards Hetun, and sprinted towards his own father, Feng Xinglang.

Feng Xinglang was his own father so even if he was an angry bastard, the little guy would definitely recognize him.

What\'s more, Feng Xinglang the bastard was forcefully pulling Lin Xueluo the mummy with him.

He wouldn\'t let his own mother suffer the wrath of a bastard\'s father alone!

The little guy was always so submissive, always caring for his own mother. It was not in vain did Xueluo risk his life to save the little thing in his stomach time and time again, and only after going through so much trouble did he manage to give birth to it.

The little guy took the initiative to pull Feng Xinglang\'s big hand.

"Feng Xinglang, can you not be so fierce towards me? It\'s your son that I\'m here to ride, and it has nothing to do with kissing Mommy! "

His son\'s words caused Xueluo\'s heart to slightly clench in pain.

Feng Xinglang looked down at his child condescendingly, but did not say any words of blame. Bending his body, he lifted the little fellow off the ground.

"Hetun, as long as I, Feng Xinglang, am still alive, I will pay you back double for every single one of the atrocities you have committed! In this life, if you don\'t die, then I die! You and I will never let each other go! "

Every word and sentence was like a sharp sword, pointed straight at Hetun\'s heart.

Especially that line, \'Either you die, or I die\'! Was this father and son pair really going to be irreconcilable?

Maybe only now did Hetun realize just how many heinous crimes he had committed in the past!

Perhaps he would never be able to obtain his own son\'s forgiveness in this life of his!

Hetun looked at his own son who was hissing at him cruelly, and a hint of a desolate smile slowly appeared on his face.

"Alright, I\'ll be waiting for you!"

A faint, slightly hoarse reply. Even without its fangs, the pride of a lion could not be ignored.

In this instant, Xueluo seemed to be able to understand the sharp helplessness and desolation that existed deep within the Hetun\'s heart.

In the end, Hetun still chose not to hurt her child any further!

Just a second ago, Xueluo was still worried that the Hetun would unrestrainedly tell Feng Xinglang that he was\'s biological father … But in the next second, Xueluo started to sympathize with Hetun.

"Xinglang, let\'s go. I\'m not feeling well. I want to go back! "

The only thing Xueluo could do was to call this man out, preventing him from facing the Hetun head on. She was really worried that Feng Xinglang would hurt Hetun when he lost control of his emotions.

Presumably, the current Hetun would not do any evil deeds that would harm his own son!

Xueluo held onto one of Feng Xinglang\'s arm, and used a gentle method to prevent Feng Xinglang from continuing to walk forward.

"Feng Xinglang\'s father, Mommy isn\'t feeling well. Let\'s go home!"

This was the first time the little fellow clearly called Feng Xinglang "father by blood." Although it carried a name with it, it was still much more pleasant to listen to than a scoundrel\'s father.

The little guy was smart. He also did not want to see his own scoundrel\'s father fight with the foster father Hetun. It was obvious that his bastard father would suffer a loss.

Feng Xinglang glared at Hetun and carried his son in one hand, while leading his woman towards the exit of the stable.

Watching Feng Xinglang bring the woman and child away without even looking back, Hetun stood still in his original spot for a long time.

It was like a petrified statue!

"Father, are you alright?" Xing Shi\'er leaned over and asked gently.

Hetun did not speak, he only slowly waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

But after a long time, when he shifted his feet, it was unknown if it was because his Qi and blood were not flowing smoothly, but because of that, he staggered, and was supported by Xing Shi\'er who stood by his side to stabilize his body.

"As long as that brat Ah Lang can relieve his hatred … I admit to everything! " Hetun sighed slightly.

"Father, this matter cannot be rushed. I believe that you and your son will one day forget all your grudges. "

Xing Shi\'er did not comfort her. But he was really fond of this decadent Hetun who blamed himself.

For a powerful being like the Hetun, bleeding wasn\'t a big deal, if he cried …

What a desolation that would be!

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Feng Xinglang\'s long legs moved steadily, but Xueluo could only jogging to keep up with Feng Xinglang\'s footsteps.

"Daddy, go slower. Even Mommy will not be able to keep up with you."

The little guy was obviously acting cute. No matter how angry his own bastard\'s dad was at this moment, Xiao Budian would never change his stance of protecting his own mom.

At most, he would just get beaten up! Also, he had to protect his own mother!

Under his son\'s reminder, Feng Xinglang slowed down his pace.

Xueluo gratefully looked at his son Linnuo, and gently smiled, wanting to comfort his son.

Xueluo was dragged away by Feng Xinglang and stuffed into the carriage again …

She was very cooperative and very docile.