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The father and son pair silently embraced each other.

Feng Xinglang felt his son\'s pair of arms slowly wrap around his waist.

It was as if the little fellow also wanted to use its own strength to protect its father, Feng Xinglang.

"Did you miss Mommy?"

Feng Xinglang softly broke the silence between father and son.

The little guy nodded, "Yes."

"I miss your mommy too! "Although he is sometimes an idiot, he is still a good and rare woman."

Feng Xinglang simply carried his son in his arms and sat on top of him. He tightly hugged the little fellow in a more comfortable and obedient manner.

Until the little guy\'s stomach growled from hunger, Feng Xinglang finally let go of his son who was in his arms.

"You haven\'t eaten dinner?"

Feng Xinglang rubbed the little fellow\'s stomach with a fatherly caress, as if wanting to give back all of his son\'s missing pettiness to the little thing.

"I\'m not hungry anymore."

The little guy embarrassedly pressed down on his stomach and casually replied.

"Good girl, quickly go back and eat dinner. Remember to eat more, grow tall and strong, only in the future will you be able to protect and kiss Mommy better. "

Feng Xinglang couldn\'t bear to part from his son. However, he had no choice but to let him leave.

The air in the darkroom was damp and the flow was not very good. There was an unhealthy, musty smell. Furthermore, the little guy\'s stomach that was so hungry that it was growling, had caused Feng Xinglang to have no choice but to push the little guy out of the secret room.

His reluctance and insistence on staying was an irresponsible act of selfishness.

"Just wait, I\'ll go out and get you something to eat."

The little guy was hungry, of course he would think that his father, Feng Xinglang, would be hungry too. Thus, he hurriedly climbed down from the bed and rushed out to get the food like a little leopard.

Looking at his son\'s small figure flying away, Feng Xinglang wanted to stop his son\'s footsteps, but he could only hold it in his throat.

As the little guy left, the dark room once again fell into a deathly silence. There was no more life.

"Have you seen your own son?"

A clear and melodious voice, carrying a slight provocation, came from a side door within the secret room. Then, Xing Ba\'s figure, which was as fast as a ghost, flashed in front of Feng Xinglang in the blink of an eye.

"Feng Xinglang, you really are something. [You actually used a woman\'s martial art when she was dying?]

Towards such a prisoner with high IQ like Feng Xinglang, Xing Ba was both happy and excited.

Just like how a hunter gets his favorite prey.

Now that he had achieved his goal, Feng Xinglang was too lazy to waste any more words with Xing Ba.

Xing Ba became a fool talking to himself.

"My foster father will be back tomorrow. Prepare to go to hell!"

Thus, when he did not hear any more responses from Feng Xinglang, he became a little angry from embarrassment.

Feng Xinglang turned his body, giving Xing Ba a back that loathed him, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang felt that his son Linnuo\'s little arms were wrapped around his waist.

So warm, so warm, so peaceful.

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After eating so much, Xing Ba stared angrily at Feng Xinglang who did not know what was good for himself, and could only leave the secret room with a sense of resentment.

The little guy\'s pockets were full of food. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Xing Wu.

It should be because he had only just recovered from his severe injuries, the door-like Xing Wu looked somewhat aged and aged. Fortunately, he did not bear grudges, and he did not take Feng Xinglang\'s sneak attack to heart.

"Fifteen, where are you going? Looking for your eighth brother again? "

Xing Wu was ordered to stop Little Fifteen. As for why he had to stop Little Fifteen, he didn\'t ask. In any case, since his foster father wasn\'t here, listening to Eighth Brother\'s words was the right thing to do.

"That\'s right, I\'ll go look for eighth brother!" "Fifth brother, the cook made a Chinese bun that you love. You should eat it quickly."

Xing Wu did not speak Chinese, so most of his conversations with the little guy were in English. The little guy could understand and speak English, but he liked to speak Chinese with Xing Wu. The little guy liked to look at the Xing Wu\'s cute, stupid look.

Xing Wu only understood \'China Bun\'. While he was racking his brains to figure out the meaning of the other sentences, the little guy had already disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

Thus, the only reason Xing Wu could stop fifteen years old was probably because of this.

The little guy that was running away ran into someone. More accurately speaking, he should have hit a pair of legs.

Xing Ba\'s speed was not something the little fellow could react or dodge. Fortunately, Xing Ba took half a step back and used most of the impact to prevent the little guy from getting injured.

"I\'m going to look for eighth brother …"

The little guy casually said. At this moment, his mind was filled with his own father, Feng Xinglang.

"Eighth brother, I\'m standing right in front of you!"

Seeing that the little fellow was looking for him, Xing Ba was filled with gratitude.

"..." F * ck, when did this f * cking eighth brother come out?

It was only then that the little guy realized that the person being knocked against was Old Xing. Her little face immediately drooped down, looking depressed.

"Forget it, I won\'t look for you anymore." I think it\'s better if I go to Old Five! The Old Five is much more fun than you! "

The little fellow gave Xing Ba a small white eye, and under the pressure, it turned and ran back into the hall.

"..."

Would the silly Old Five be more fun than him? Xing Ba unhappily raised her thin lips that were as thin as a line.

Xing Wu was currently eating dumplings, which was the Chinese buns that he had always said.

This time, he was eating steamed dumplings instead of soup. There was not much difference between the steamed buns and the steamed buns.

With Xing Wu\'s intelligence, it was difficult to differentiate between dumplings and buns. In his opinion, they were probably meat stuffing made out of flour. It was just that the shape was different.

"Stupid Old Five, stop eating, come with me to play hide and seek."

The little fellow was dragging the Xing Wu, who was in the middle of enjoying his meal.

It was not easy to get chosen by Xiao Shiqin as Xing Wu was overwhelmed by the favor. He stuffed the dumplings into his mouth and nodded.

After two rounds, the little guy successfully lost the Xing Wu. Xing Wu\'s IQ had always been crushed by Little Fifteen.

After escaping, the little guy flew towards the dark room.

This time, not only was he not able to enter the darkroom, but even the L-shaped corridor that led to the darkroom was locked.

The little guy thought of all sorts of methods. He jumped over windows, climbed trees, and descended from the sky …

Xing Ba watched as the little fellow tortured him.

He couldn\'t help but wonder, [Why is my dad so charming?] Let a 5-year-old little guy tirelessly tormented.

Two hours later, the exhausted little guy fell asleep leaning against the wall of the corridor.

When the little guy was soundly asleep, Xing Ba finally took the little thing away.

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Xueluo was finally released on bail.

Looking at Principal Chi who had a head full of white hair, Xueluo was moved to tears.

Principal Chi said to Xueluo: He trusts his child.