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　　"Wuyang..."

　　Feng Xinglang's throat tightened as he hurriedly took the little fellow out of the safe and tightly hugged it in his chest.

　　is not afraid, he has his G.o.dfather here! Father will protect Wuyang's safety! "

　　Feng Xinglang kissed the little fellow's cheeks, and patted his back to appease him.

　　"G.o.dfather, where's my mother? Where is my mother? "

　　Towards his father, who treated him as nothing, the little Wuyang did not have much feelings for him. However, his mother, Nina, was the only one he could rely on.

　　"Wuyang..."

　　Feng Xinglang's voice became hoa.r.s.e, "Your mother met with some mishap! From today onwards, Wuyang would live together with his G.o.dfather! Is Wuyang willing? "

　　"Father... You mean. That my mother is dead? "

　　The little fellow's eyes began to flicker with tears. Although he was only six or seven years old, there were some things he could understand. Add to that the words his mother said when she locked him in this secret door, and the little guy could figure it out.

　　"Wuyang... Wuyang! Live with your G.o.dfather in the future! With your G.o.dfather taking care of you and protecting you, he won't let you suffer any more harm! G.o.dfather... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's all Father's fault! "

　　Feng Xinglang tightly embraced the solid little Wuyang, so much so that he could barely utter a word.

　　"G.o.dfather, where is my mother? I want to see my mother! " the little guy asked seriously as he wiped away his tears.

　　"Alright... G.o.dfather will bring you over! "

　　On the way to the police station, Yan Wuyang kept quiet. The quietness made Feng Xinglang's heart ache.

　　"Wuyang, is … Did Mom tell you to hide it in the safe? " Feng Xinglang asked gently.

　　The little fellow looked out of the window with its back towards Feng Xinglang, and only lightly nodded.

　　"Then what did mother say to Wuyang?" Feng Xinglang asked tentatively.

　　"Mother... Mother will let Wuyang live on happily. " The little fellow choked with sobs.

　　"Wuyang is good, don't cry!"

　　Feng Xinglang hugged the robust little guy from behind, "What else does Mommy have to say?"

　　"Mother told Wuyang to hide in the small door and not speak, to not make a sound, to not come out until Father comes to look for Wuyang!"

　　After all, it was only a six or seven year old child.

　　"Then did your mother allow Wuyang to bring any message to your foster father?" Feng Xinglang asked gently.

　　The little guy paused for a moment, as if he remembered something Mommy said before: I must make Feng Xinglang take you in as his foster son! If possible, it would be best if you could marry his daughter, Feng Lin Wan.