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　　Chapter 474 - Meeting Blood on Son and Son (2)

　　Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the little fellow turned around and looked straight at Feng Xinglang.

　　His small eyes were filled with grief.

　　There was also a clear sense of anger.

　　With the foster father Hetun as his strong s.h.i.+eld, Linnuo's little friend's confidence seemed to have been boosted a little.

　　"Feng Xinglang, I hate you!"

　　The little fellow called his name with hostility.

　　This was the beginning of the reunion between father and son.

　　Linnuo nestled in the foster father Hetun's embrace with a haughty little expression full of contempt for Feng Xinglang. It was a bit of a bluff.

　　However, deep within Lil Thing's eyes, it wasn't hard to see a hint of grief. With a little resentment.

　　"..." Feng Xinglang frowned: Why is this naughty child the same as this old poisonous fish? How undisciplined!

　　"Hehe, little lid, could it be that your foster father didn't teach you to be polite when you meet your elders?"

　　Seeing that the little guy was rude towards Feng Xinglang, Ye Xiaonian continued.

　　When he tried to touch the little thing's head, before he could even touch Linnuo's head, he was stopped by Xing s.h.i.+'er who was behind Hetun.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er was a young, fair and skinny, twenty-something year old boy. However, Ye Xiaonian did not expect him to have such a frightening grip on his body.

　　Not only was it painful, but there was also a feeling of severe numbness that had been strangled to the nervous system.

　　"Sorry, my fifteenth brother doesn't like people touching him!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er's voice was light. It was so faint that it gave people a creepy feeling. It was like being able to march into the bone marrow.

　　Being told that he hated Feng Xinglang by name by a little kid, Feng Xinglang's handsome face did not have much of an expression.

　　He stared at the little guy and smiled faintly. "Oh, is that so? "I'm not surprised, because your foster father hates me too!"

　　"I hate you. It has nothing to do with my foster father! It's a personal grudge between you and me! "

　　The little guy refuted. When she glared at Feng Xinglang again, her spirited eyes were filled with complex emotions.

　　Personal grudges?

　　Where did this grudge come from, a little thing that's only about five years old?

　　Looking at the little fellow's small and stubborn expression, Feng Xinglang slightly raised his brows.

　　He felt that every time he looked at this little thing, the hostility in his body would settle down. He was actually in a good mood, and could not vent any of his anger.