Chapter 1383 - Don't be too hypocritical

　　The little guy had been crying in Hetun's embrace for more than half an hour. No matter how Hetun tried to comfort him, he was unwilling to listen;

　　The seven-year-old child more or less had a childish naivete: he wanted to use this kind of crying method to solve the obviously irreversible problem!

　　Some sadness had to be vented out. This is even more true for a seven-year-old.

　　The little guy rarely cried so brazenly; perhaps he was truly sad.

　　"Be a good girl and be a good boy. If your foster father loses his arm that's in the way, you can still hug him …"

　　Hetun had been using one arm to hug the crying little fellow tightly, using his nose to rub against Yun Che and his forehead to arch him.

　　"Don't... Don't. I want my foster father's arm to grow out! "

　　The little guy crawled on the Hetun's right shoulder and hugged his broken arm as he wailed in pain.

　　Xueluo silently shed tears, wanting to stop her son's endless willful crying. However, her husband Feng Xinglang kept on pulling her wrist, preventing her from coming forward.

　　Xing s.h.i.+si and Xing s.h.i.+qi, who had already sent their luggage into the room, only stood silently beside Hetun and Xiao 15.

　　They were not involved in the affairs of the world as shallow and far from being as tactful as Xing Ba, nor as considerate as him.

　　They still did not know how to deal with such grief. Seeing Feng Xinglang stop Lin Xueluo, they too, silently accompanied him.

　　"Hey hey, whose baby is this? It's been crying all this time. It's so noisy that I can't sleep well! "

　　The one who spoke was Xing Ba. Xing Ba who had overdrawn his strength and voice.

　　Xing Ba's injuries were not something he could casually walk around; but if he did not step out to smooth things over, this willful and stubborn little thing would probably be able to hold onto foster father Hetun's neck and cry for the entire hour.

　　The entire Pater Castle was already miserable enough, but this little fellow's crying sounds were more like needles piercing their hearts, causing the Hetun and the other foster son s to feel very uncomfortable as well. That kind of pain was several times more painful than the injuries on their bodies.

　　"Smelly eighth brother …" How did you take care of my foster father? Return my foster father's arm! "

　　The little guy stared at Xing Ba who was slowly walking out with his teary eyes, and asked while choking on his sobs.

　　"It's eighth brother who has failed in his duty!" "Brother Fifteen can do whatever you want!"

　　In order to comfort the little guy who was crying, Xing Ba took responsibility on himself; this way, the little guy would change its target and start a ruckus with him.