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　　Chapter 620: You're too emotional!

　　Xueluo could clearly feel that when the Hetun was tearing apart the portrait left behind by his mother, his rough hands were trembling.

　　It was a relic of his beloved woman.

　　However, in the eyes of the Hetun, it was also the fuse that ignited the shame of the Hetun, by witnessing it and reminding him of it.

　　Therefore, the furious Hetun tore the portrait underneath his uncontrollable hostility.

　　The portrait was not spared but fortunately, Xueluo managed to s.n.a.t.c.h it away in time. It avoided the continuing violence from the Hetun.

　　"Stop!" Throw this woman out for me! "

　　Hetun's voice was hoa.r.s.e as he tried his best to control his emotions.

　　Or perhaps, he didn't want Lin Xueluo to see him in a pitiful state.

　　To a formidable person like Hetun, the betrayal of his beloved woman was an unspeakable humiliation.

　　For the sake of foster son 15, it was already very merciful of her not to kill Lin Xueluo.

　　The anti-riot vehicle steadily stopped. Xing s.h.i.+'er who was in the front pa.s.senger seat had a serious expression.

　　He could tell that Lin Xueluo had touched upon the painful point that the foster father Hetun had covered up for twenty to thirty years.

　　"Mr. Xing, please don't throw me out of the car …" Bring me back to Pater Castle with you! From now on, I will not disobey you! Please, I can't do without my child. "Mister Xing!"

　　Xueluo held onto the few pieces of paper that Hetun had torn into pieces with one hand and tightly hugged onto Hetun's calf with the other as he sobbed and pleaded.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er did not let the pleading Xueluo continue to pester her. He quickly grabbed one of her arms and pulled her away from foster father Hetun's legs, then threw her down the carriage.

　　It was not because Xing s.h.i.+'er was unreasonable, but because foster father Hetun, who was stabbed in the heart, was dangerous.

　　Maybe it would be safer for her to get the crying and tangled Lin Xueluo out of the car.

　　Xueluo had left the carriage, but before he could get up, the anti-riot vehicle had already left.

　　Looking at the anti-riot vehicle that was about to leave, Xueluo wanted to cry but had no tears.

　　What a tyrant! No wonder mother Feng had left him that time! Xueluo thought grudgingly.

　　Thinking about Feng Mu, Xueluo rubbed his painful knees, then moved to the side of the street and roughly pieced together the few pieces of paper in his hands.

　　Fortunately, it could be roughly pieced together into the original form.

　　In other words, the Hetun at that time did not actually want to tear the only thing left behind from his beloved woman.