I'll beat you up!

　　Xing s.h.i.+wu looked surprised at Xueluo who was waving at him, and then looked at Linnuo who was running, but in the end, he did not move a step forward.

　　Xueluo felt that the boy must have been frightened by his son's selfish and ruthless words and actions, so he took the initiative to walk forward and bow slightly as he sized Xing s.h.i.+wu up carefully.

　　The boy looked like a half-breed, but the half-breed wasn't too obvious. There was a mechanical expression on her fair face, but she seemed to be slightly fl.u.s.tered. Especially when Xueluo reached out and gently stroked his slightly wilted yellow hair. The little guy trembled a little.

　　Perhaps he had never been touched in such a gentle and loving way by a motherly woman.

　　"Child, how old are you?" Xueluo asked gently.

　　"I... "Nine years old." The little guy replied in a soft voice.

　　"He's already nine years old? You don't look like you're two years older than my Nuonuo. "

　　Xueluo held the boy's small hand and suddenly discovered: the boy's right index finger had also lost half of its original length.

　　Although it was wrapped in a glove, under Xueluo's gentle pinching, he could still feel that the upper half of the finger was missing.

　　"Child, your finger …" Xueluo's heart truly ached.

　　"A little injury, it's going to heal."

　　The little guy withdrew his right hand and hid it behind his back.

　　"Child, can you show your hand to auntie?"

　　Xueluo said in a slightly hoa.r.s.e voice, her heart ached from being pulled.

　　"It's done..."

　　The little guy instinctively looked towards Hetun. He was sizing up Hetun's expression: "Do you think that he is too close to Little Brother Nuonuo's mother?"

　　"Auntie thanks for helping Little Brother Nuonuo."

　　Xueluo apologized for his son's previous actions, "I'm so sorry, little brother Nuonuo is still young now, and willful and selfish;

　　"This is what he should do. Xueluo, you don't have to mind it too much. "

　　Hetun continued. From his point of view, raising the Great foster son was something he could order around. Everything he did was a matter of course.

　　"Dad …"

　　It was only at this moment that Xueluo gently called out to Hetun, "Promise me that you will treat this child as fifteen times your love, is that okay?"

　　It was just a simple sentence of goodwill from Xueluo, but it had changed Xing s.h.i.+wu's life!

　　This request did not go overboard, and since Xueluo called him "Father", Hetun naturally had no reason to reject it.

　　"Xueluo, don't worry, I will treat this child well."

　　Xueluo revealed a warm smile, and used his hands to hug the boy's face, "Auntie hopes that you can come to my house to visit often! Look at your little brother Nuonuo, and your father. "

　　Xueluo heard some things from Nanny An about the fates of father and son between this child and her husband.