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　　Chapter 430 - Fifteen!

　　Xueluo wasn't sure if the usually cold-blooded and cruel Hetun truly liked his son, Linnuo.

　　But looking at Hetun's laughing expression, it seemed as if he did not need to act all pretentious towards a five-year-old child.

　　It's just that Xueluo didn't know if there was some terrifying conspiracy hiding behind Hetun's smile.

　　Actually, Xueluo was still very grateful to Hetun for providing this mother and son with a stable environment for five years.

　　Free her from shock, free her from suffering, free her from having anything to rely on, free her from wandering around.

　　Xueluo really didn't want to know about the conspiracy behind Hetun's back. However, every time Xueluo was especially rational, she would have no choice but to a.n.a.lyze what exactly was Hetun's conspiracy.

　　Sometimes, Xueluo would even think that with how much the Hetun doted on his son, Linnuo, she wouldn't treat the little fellow as a tool to make use of him, right?

　　However, Xueluo would inevitably be worried: Men like the Hetun, who were exceptionally calm and rational, should be able to differentiate between liking and taking revenge.

　　Perhaps, in the depths of the Hetun's heart, there had never been any confusion between pampering and taking revenge on Feng Xinglang!

　　"Fifteen, do you like your foster father?"

　　Hetun lifted little friend Linnuo above his head, allowing him to ride on his shoulders. No matter how one looked at it, such a doting action was akin to an elder doting on a junior.

　　"If you do well enough, I can still like you a little bit!"

　　The little friend Linnuo rode on top of Hetun's neck, using her short legs to hook onto Hetun's neck, and then executed a high difficulty Roc Spreading Wings.

　　Fifteen, was Xueluo's decision after being forced into a corner.

　　On the day that Linnuo's little friend turned one year old, the celebration Hetun gave to the little guy could be said to be a completely different story.

　　The entire Pater Castle was celebrating like his Hetun had married his wife.

　　The last item was to let Linnuo draw lots for his little friend.

　　Not to choose a favorite toy, but to choose Hetun's way of addressing and ranking the little guy.

　　From Boss to Thirteen, they were all within range.

　　The numbers were written on the paper, allowing Linnuo to choose one of them.