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　　Chapter 635: No matter how much of a b.a.s.t.a.r.d he is, he is still my father!

　　Hetun who had just walked out of the sacrifice room staggered with incredible speed.

　　It was as if an invisible hand was clamping tightly on his neck, suffocating him.

　　It was a suffocating pressure!

　　Hetun didn't know why he had such a strange feeling: it was as if the one who was punis.h.i.+ng Feng Yishan and the woman wasn't him, but the Hetun himself.

　　After suppressing the grievances that he had endured for so many years, he should have felt relieved and happy at this moment. However, Hetun felt that his heart had become heavier. What had happened to him?

　　Hetun instinctively wanted to grab onto something to stabilize his body. However, he staggered and fell to the side.

　　"Foster father..."

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er quickly walked up and used both hands to pick up the tottering Hetun. "Father, what's wrong?"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er could clearly feel the foster father Hetun's body trembling. And Hetun's palm was also drenched with sweat.

　　Hetun steadied his posture and waved towards Xing s.h.i.+'er.

　　"I'm fine … "What about fifteen?"

　　The Hetun urgently needed someone to comfort his trembling soul.

　　"Eight is accompanying him!"

　　Xing s.h.i.+'er realized more and more that for older foster father Hetun s, they would not be able to leave Little Fifteen.

　　Xing X was left behind to guard Feng Xinglang and sacrifice room, while Xing s.h.i.+'er supported Hetun to go to child room at the fifteenth year of age.

　　In front of child room's door, Hetun pushed Xing s.h.i.+'er, who was supporting him away, and adjusted his breathing a little. Then, he pushed open the door and entered.

　　These few days, Xing Ba had the chance to be with Little Fifteen alone. It had only been a few days, but all sorts of brotherly feelings seemed to have developed.

　　The moment Hetun pushed open the door and entered, Xing Ba immediately jumped out from his bed. He knew that the foster father Hetun did not like people who were too close to his most pampered Xiao s.h.i.+yi.

　　"Fifteen... Fifteen? "

　　Hetun lowered his voice and called out twice. He did not get any response from the little fellow nor did he get angry about it, instead, he went over and gently pecked the little fellow on the cheek.

　　"You little thing, why are you sleeping like a piglet?"

　　As he said that, Hetun stepped on his military boots and walked away. The child's bed was not big, so the Hetun could only turn his body sideways. But it seems like he was determined to accompany the little fellow to sleep in child room tonight.