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　　Chapter 503: Whoever dares to steal my mommy, I will destroy him!

　　"What?" Only two cops? Heh, he, Feng Xinglang sure has b.a.l.l.s! You think too highly of me! "

　　The Hetun scoffed coldly, "Since he's here, we can't let him come here for nothing. Let them in! I just happen to be so free! "

　　Xing Eight retreated in response.

　　Xueluo's heart almost flew out of his mouth.

　　Is this Feng Xinglang r.e.t.a.r.ded? He actually brought two policemen here?

　　Was he going to capture Hetun? Or was he going to s.n.a.t.c.h his son Linnuo away?

　　It should be the latter!

　　Was his brain short-circuited? Let's not talk about whether the Hetun would let him bring his son Linnuo first, even if it were his son Linnuo himself, he would not leave with Feng Xinglang!

　　Xueluo instinctively wanted to turn around and return to his room, but when he tried to call Feng Xinglang to warn him about this kind of brainlessness, he stopped in his tracks.

　　Why did he make this call? Was it to find the rhythm of his abuse?

　　"Fifteen... Fifteen... Come out! Someone is trying to steal your mother away! "

　　Hetun knew what the little guy cared about the most. The little thing was a filial child. When it wasn't obedient, as long as it used Lin Xueluo to brush it, the little guy would immediately obey.

　　"..." Xueluo really didn't expect that Hetun, who was over sixty years old, would actually use such childish tricks to toy with a five year old child.

　　"I'm here... Who wants to rob my mommy? "Who dares to steal my mommy!"

　　The little guy ran out of the gym room, still wearing his Taekwondo outfit. The little pot's lid was dripping with sweat.

　　"Who else could it be? Your b.a.s.t.a.r.d father!"

　　Hetun squinted his thick eyebrows and waved at the little fellow.

　　The little guy immediately looked towards the door, and upon hearing the footsteps, it immediately ran towards Mommy Xueluo, pus.h.i.+ng him towards her room.

　　"Mommy, hurry and hide! Feng Xinglang the Great is coming! "

　　Judging from the little guy's anxious voice, he was really nervous for Lin Xueluo. At the age of five, the attachment to motherly love would be even stronger.

　　"Nuonuo, don't be like this. Be good, no one can steal Nuonuo's mother away! Mommy won't go anywhere, she will only stay by Nuonuo's side and watch him grow up! "

　　Xueluo comforted his son Linnuo in such a gentle manner.

　　She wanted to tell her child that she would always be Linnuo's mother.

　　As the mother and son spoke, Feng Xinglang and the rest of the party had already entered the luxurious and elegant Seaside Villa.