Chapter 1333 - Father and son fighting

　　Before Feng Xinglang came over, Linnuo's little friend was still chatting happily with him.

　　Whatever they needed to talk about had already been chatted up, they couldn't just sit there and stare at each other; thus, little friend Linnuo started to show off.

　　"Big caterpillar, you are so cool, there must be no embarra.s.sment, right? Can I tell you something embarra.s.sing about me? "

　　Embarra.s.sment? Did he have an embarra.s.sing situation?

　　What suddenly entered Cong Gang's mind was not being chased to the point where he was on the verge of death, nor was it that h.e.l.lish experience, it was … Rather …

　　In the dim sunlight, the lingering face, the despicable words and actions, the despicable methods …

　　He really didn't know how there could be someone like Feng Xinglang in this world!

　　"Mm, okay. Big Hairy, listen while you talk. "

　　Cong Gang slightly narrowed his eyes, as he closed the door in the depths of his heart. He forced himself to calm down and not think, not think. However, those images still uncontrollably jumped about in his mind.

　　"When I was very young, my foster father forced me to ride a horse and shoot every day … One day, I was so tired, I didn't want to get up at all, but I didn't dare not get up, because if I didn't listen to my foster father, my foster father would lock my mother in the dark room. But I'm too tired, and I'm not feeling well. Caterpillar, guess what I've come up with? "

　　The little fellow blinked its big demonic eyes, looking at Cong Gang with hope, waiting for his next words.

　　What could a four or five-year-old think of?

　　Pretending to be sick? Painting a snake until it was full! It was because his body was not feeling well in the first place; furthermore, it would only implicate his mother, Lin Xueluo!

　　"Did he secretly make a move on your foster father?"

　　"Hm!" I managed to catch a c.o.c.kroach and then wrapped it in the bacon and sausage that my G.o.dfather eats every day... "

　　"Your foster father found out?"

　　"Sigh," the little guy let out a long sigh, "That young master hadn't been beaten to death by me. In the end, before my foster father could even eat it, it had already crawled out from within the bacon …"

　　"Beating up?"

　　The little guy nodded, "I almost lost my P-share! And also caused my mother to be locked up in a small dark room for an entire night! "

　　"Hate your foster father?"