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　　Chapter 467: That b.a.s.t.a.r.d is not my father! He's just a b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

　　Seeing that her mother, Xueluo, had actually locked the washroom door, the little fellow became even more anxious.

　　"Dear Mommy, open the door! Let Nuonuo see your injuries … "Good mother, quickly open the door!"

　　How did his son Linnuo know that he was injured?

　　It must have been Xing s.h.i.+'er who leaked the news.

　　He didn't know if Xing s.h.i.+'er did it on purpose or not, but Xueluo had a nagging feeling that Hetun and his gang were trying to create some sort of conflict in their son's heart.

　　"Nuonuo is good, Mommy is taking a bath, it'll be alright after a while."

　　Xueluo did not bother to wipe the blood off his body. He immediately took off his untidy clothes and put on a clean set of pajamas.

　　"Mommy, don't lie to your son! Old Tweleve told me: You were bitten by my b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father! And it even bled! Mommy, are you okay? Open the door and let your son see you. "

　　Mommy Xueluo must be severely injured!

　　Otherwise, she wouldn't have locked the bathroom door so tightly. Furthermore, he was wearing the Old Tweleve's jacket to cover his injuries when he returned … Therefore, the little guy was able to conclude: Mommy Xueluo must be severely injured!

　　The little guy got up in a hurry and exerted all his strength on his little body, then he shouldered his way towards the bathroom door.

　　Again and again, Lil Thing tried to smash open the bathroom door with his young shoulders. He was really worried about Mommy Lin Xueluo's injuries.

　　Upon hearing his son say 'that b.a.s.t.a.r.d's father', Xueluo's entire body was in a bad mood!

　　Why is this Xing s.h.i.+'er telling everything to his son, Linnuo? This little guy is only 5 years old, how sad and sad he must be! The key issue was that he would hate Feng Xinglang even more!

　　Hearing that his son Linnuo was knocking on the bathroom door, Xueluo immediately changed out of his blood-stained clothes and hid them in the storage basket.

　　"Nuonuo, stop knocking on the door, stand far away, Mommy will open the door for you right now."

　　When Xueluo opened the door, the little guy's st.u.r.dy little body quickly followed.

　　"Nuonuo, how are you going to knock on the door? "Where's the impact pain?" Xueluo checked his son's body.

　　However, the little guy had lifted up Mummy Xueluo's pajamas and saw the bite marks on her stomach and left ribs.