Hetun's resolute old face darkened: It seems that this daughter-in-law of Lin Xueluo has some complaints towards him!

　　"Well, your mommy was right: this kid has to go to school and learn more!"

　　However, Hetun acknowledged his daughter-in-law Lin Xueluo's words in front of the little fellow, "Foster father also hopes to be fifteen years old and live a peaceful life! Don't be like your foster father who fights and kills every day. It's too b.l.o.o.d.y and ruthless! "

　　Hetun caressed the back of the little fellow's head, his eyes filled with unrelenting love.

　　Thinking that his daughter-in-law, Lin Xueluo, was unable to bear with it any longer, Hetun couldn't help but sigh. "If your biological father and mother could give you a younger brother or sister, then it would be great!"

　　"Why do you insist on having a brother or sister?"

　　The little guy pouted with his mouth pouting. "Isn't it fine to be fifteen people? I didn't think you guys especially doted on me either! "

　　"..."

　　How much more painful was this? How could he pet her? If he did, he would fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

　　"How can your foster father not love you?"

　　Hetun rubbed her cheeks together with the little fellow. "As long as you have time to rest, I'll always think of you, this little thing!"

　　"You're still waiting for your time to think of me?"

　　The little guy discontentedly snorted, "You just like me!"

　　"Brat …" Why are you so popular with your foster father! " Hetun once again rubbed his cheek against the little fellow.

　　The impatient little fellow struggled out of Hetun's arms.

　　"Father, I'm going to go see the Old Tweleve."

　　"He left just like that? Aren't you going to lie down with your foster father for a bit longer? "

　　"Old Tweleve's face has been ruined, and he's not in a good mood. I'll go over and comfort him!"

　　Therefore, it was no wonder that the Pater Castle liked this little thing.

　　The little guy knocked on the door for a good while, before Xing s.h.i.+'er slowly opened it.

　　"Why are you here? Don't you have to accompany your foster father? "

　　"Let me talk to you to relieve my boredom!" Without waiting for Xing s.h.i.+'er's reply, the little guy directly burrowed inside.

　　The gauze over Xing s.h.i.+'er's head had just been recently changed, and he was dressed in white.

　　"Old Tweleve, you don't have to mind it! It's a great honor to have a scar on a man's face! "

　　This little guy really knew how to comfort people. Maybe he didn't take the disfigurement seriously at all.