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　　Chapter 452: You Can't Serve

　　Was he a free man? Free to go in and out of this villa?

　　But why couldn't Xueluo believe that what Xing s.h.i.+'er said was true! Would Hetun let her go so easily?

　　Glancing at the incredulous Lin Xueluo, Xing s.h.i.+'er was overjoyed. He was smiling shyly with a hint of ignorance and shyness.

　　"Lin Xueluo, you are like a little mouse in a laboratory. The gla.s.s door was obviously already open, but you didn't dare to go out. "

　　Actually, Xing s.h.i.+'er's metaphor was still rather likable.

　　For the safety of his son Linnuo, all these years, Lin Xueluo had already given up on rebelling against the Hetun, and only hoped that his son Linnuo could safely grow up safe and healthy.

　　Therefore, ever since her son Linnuo was born, she had always been obedient and obedient. They rarely dared to provoke the Hetun.

　　Even though she always harbored a desire to regain freedom with her son Linnuo …

　　"You, does your foster father really agree to let me leave?"

　　Xueluo asked with some uncertainty.

　　"Lin Xueluo, you look even more like a mouse than the laboratory rats! You are hopeless! "

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er could not help but mock Lin Xueluo. In terms of personality, Xing s.h.i.+'er obviously did not have any schemes.

　　"As if you're not afraid of your foster father!"

　　Xueluo casually refuted. He was laughing at her because she was a little mouse in the laboratory, but how good could he, Xing s.h.i.+'er, be?

　　If Xueluo did not have the freedom of his body, then what Xing s.h.i.+'er had lost was his freedom of his mind. He was already trapped within the foster son's ident.i.ty and could not control himself.

　　But Xueluo still believed that Xing s.h.i.+'er would not lie to her or play with her.

　　Therefore, in the next second, Xueluo rushed out of the villa. The moment they ran out of the villa, Xueluo was anxious.

　　However, this time, she discovered that no one had suddenly appeared to stop her from leaving.

　　Could it be that he was truly free? Hetun really allowed him to live freely?

　　It was as if everything had happened too suddenly, and Lin Xueluo who was a little mouse in the laboratory did not seem to be suitable for such a sudden change.

　　But after running for more than 10 metres, Xueluo returned to the villa.

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er, who was carrying the spaghetti in his hands, seemed to be startled when he saw Lin Xueluo, who had returned to the villa.

　　"Little white mouse, you're back?" "Actually, it's not as safe outside as in the laboratory!"

　　"Twelve, do you have money? I... I'll borrow some money from you. "

　　It had been five years since he left society. After running out of the villa, Xueluo suddenly remembered that the outside world was a material world built up by money. Transportation, communications, food and clothing, no matter what, they all needed money.