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　　Chapter 431: I don't mind how old you are!

　　His son Linnuo's childish laughter spread across the entire Pater Castle.

　　It had also pulled Xueluo's thoughts back to the present from three years ago.

　　Amidst his shock, he could only sigh.

　　"You don't like your foster father at all? My foster father doesn't seem to be happy about it! "

　　Hetun had already picked up the little thing on his shoulder and placed it back on the carpet.

　　"If G.o.dfather would ride with fifteen, I'd have a little love for him!"

　　The little fellow raised its head, blinking its large and adorable eyes as it looked up at Hetun, its eyes filled with hope.

　　"Like it a little bit? Hahahaha... You little grindstone! "

　　Hetun laughed heartily. He leaned over and fiercely kissed the little fellow's forehead.

　　It could be seen that Hetun truly liked little Linnuo from the bottom of his heart. But, looking through this childish face, it still made Hetun think of something.

　　For example, the father of fifteen, Feng Xinglang; and the woman who gave birth to Feng Xinglang.

　　In a split-second, Hetun's face, which was previously smiling brightly, suddenly turned solemn and strange. He stared at little Linnuo's little face, his thoughts instantly dispersing.

　　The occasional period of solemn silence that Hetun would be afraid of was the moment that Lin Xueluo would be the most afraid of.

　　She clearly knew that Hetun must have recalled Feng Xinglang from his son's little face!

　　which also meant that at this moment, hatred must have been ignited in Hetun's heart.

　　"Nuonuo, your foster father is tired. Let him rest well. Don't you dare disturb him! "

　　Xueluo fearfully walked forward to s.n.a.t.c.h his son Linnuo from the hands of the Hetun. If the Hetun was unhappy, it would be detrimental to this little thing, and could even cause harm.

　　However, Lin Xueluo, who was about to step forward, was stopped by the gesture of the Hetun. Hetun didn't want her to get any closer.

　　Xueluo stood in place, not daring to rashly move forward. She knew that it was impossible to play with the Hetun.

　　Regardless of whether it was Hetun or a certain foster son, it was only a matter of time before they wanted to kill the mother and son pair. Therefore, Xueluo did not dare to go against the prestige of the Hetun.