Solemn?

　　Once upon a time, his son Linnuo was raised like this by the Hetun. Utilized tools and pieces.

　　And now, this little guy had long since become the pride of others. He became the favorite of the Hetun and the many other foster son.

　　Perhaps it was because the little guy was like the woman Su He in the Hetun's heart, which was why his fate had changed!

　　Compared to the vicious and merciless Hetun who treated the adopted foster son's life like gra.s.s, Feng Xinglang seemed to be a little better off in his heart.

　　To be honest, he sympathized with these innocent children. One of the two children was going to replace his son Linnuo and send him to his death.

　　"Let's have this child …" I think he's rather pleasing to the eye! "

　　As he said these words, the person Feng Xinglang picked up was actually his own son, Feng Linnuo.

　　"Let me tell you this: you're just a fake! "Don't pester my father to act cute like a child, do you know that?"

　　Fearing that the boy could not understand Chinese, the little guy emphasized it again in English.

　　The fair and skinny boy slightly nodded, he only glanced at Feng Xinglang once, and then obediently lowered his head.

　　After choosing their seats, the two children were brought away by Xing s.h.i.+qi and only the three generations of Hetun remained in the living room.

　　"Ah Lang, why did you choose that child? The child's personality was rather dull … It doesn't seem to be like Fifteen's personality! "

　　"That's right, dad! That kid isn't like me at all, and he's thin! Father, what exactly do you like about him? "

　　In short, anyone or anything that tried to compete with Feng Linnuo for favors, the little guy would reject them.

　　Feng Xinglang pursed her lips slightly, "From today onwards, the child is called Xing s.h.i.+wu!"

　　"Why? I'm only fifteen! " The little fellow shouted in dissatisfaction.

　　"You have a name, Feng Linnuo!"

　　Feng Xinglang glanced at Hetun again, "From today onwards, you are not to call me foster father anymore … Call me grandpa! "

　　To be honest, Hetun was extremely excited when his son Xing Lang called him grandfather. This was to say that his son had already recognized him as his biological father?

　　"Yes, fifteen … No, Nuonuo, listen to your father, call me grandfather from now on! " Hetun's eyes turned red.

　　"No way! If I call you grandpa, then isn't that a level lower than Old Eighth and Old Tweleve?! I don't want it! "

　　The little guy was in the arms of his biological father, Feng Xinglang, cupping his arms to the left and right, enjoying his father's embrace and pampering.

　　"Fine, if you don't want to scream, then don't. I'll listen to you!"