The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

As soon as Yue replied, the little guy talked a lot, telling Yue all his questions.

Yue remained silent for a while, but did not offer him the considerate comfort she had before.

Instead, it means:

"Aren't they all like that? Adults will take advantage of you when you're valuable, and discard you when you're no longer valuable. All that talk about caring about you is just a bunch of lies."

"No one is immune to this, not even Winston. They all only like profit and obedient pawns."

"They only love themselves."

"Wu Tu, you are too naive. There is no such thing as forever in this world."

Upon hearing what Yue said, the little guy, for the first time, was no longer indifferent as before, but instead tried to fight back:

"No, that's not true! Daddy said he only loves me!!! He won't have any other children, he won't take care of any other children..."

Crow was blinded by anger and desperately tried to explain, but when the message was sent, she belatedly realized that she had really wavered.

He stared blankly at his own words, which were filled with fear.

The black crow fears these possible realities.

He found his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't hold the phone and it fell to the ground.

The muffled thud caught the attention of the people downstairs.

The person talking to Winston immediately became alert: "Who? Who's eavesdropping?!"

The little guy stood up from the corner, and Winston, of course, spotted his baby immediately.

But Wu Tu didn't say anything; she just turned and went back to her room.

He didn't know how his father dealt with the child, but a little while later, Winston came upstairs and knocked on his door.

The little guy didn't want to open the door.

He felt unsafe anywhere, that his father would abandon him, and that no one could accept him.

The little guy wandered around the room blankly for a couple of minutes, afraid that he would be discovered if he hid under the covers, so he chose the wardrobe in the corner.

He opened the wardrobe door and crawled inside.

In the closed wardrobe, which only smelled of wood, the little guy had to instinctively search for familiar scents.

Until he touched a shirt.

A shirt he had secretly hidden from Winston's room.

Although the little one felt uneasy and scared, but...

But the only person he could rely on was Winston.

His only instinct was to paradoxically crave the scent of his father.

He longed for the only comforting scent that could soothe him.

The little guy hugged the shirt he had stolen tightly, huddled in the cramped space of the closet.

This enclosed space finally calmed him down.

Winston's knocking outside also stopped.

The little guy breathed a sigh of relief.

Winston, standing outside the door, was equally anxious.

He didn't know what to do.

He immediately called Wutu's psychologist for advice, and the psychologist told him that he should also give Wutu some space to recover.

After the little one has vented their emotions, then we can explain things properly.

Winston could only move his feet and return to his study.

The little guy didn't know how long he had been curled up, but he was still worried about what he would do if Winston broke down the door, came in and said those scary things to him, and tried to drive him away.

As the little guy thought about it, he got up and sorted through the few tattered items he had brought from China once again.

An old blanket, an old pencil case, fifty-four yuan and eighty cents, and his only brand-new textbook: his diary.

Because he was afraid of being chased away, the little guy kept all these things by his side, like a little stray cat ready to pick up his only baggage and set off on another journey at any time.

Time passed second by second, and for Wutu, it was like being executed.

But he also preferred that his father ignore him.

Never push open this door.

His phone rang again, and Yue sent him messages one after another.

From initially persuading Ulva to leave Winston and constantly smearing Winston, to later starting to get anxious.

"What's wrong with you? Why aren't you replying to me?"

"Wu Tu? Wu Tu? You should have replied to my message..."

The little guy picked up his phone and angrily blocked Yue.

His last message to Yue was:

"Don't you dare say anything bad about my dad!"

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Although the little guy argues with his family, he actually has some Winston family genes.

That's top-tier favoritism.

But after he sent out this final message, he could no longer hold back his tears.

The little guy felt that he was too stupid, which was why he pushed everyone away.

It's because he himself is unlikable.

After crying for a while, Wu Tu suddenly heard Winston's footsteps in the corridor.

Dad seemed to have received a phone call and rushed out the door.

I don't know who he's talking to or what happened.

The little guy secretly hid behind the curtains and peeked from the balcony as his dad drove away from home.

Seeing that his father had left, he slowly went downstairs, intending to find something to drink in the refrigerator.

But previously, the little guy's hot drinks were always prepared and served to him by the housekeeper or servants.

Winston gave the little guy immense power and wealth, but he didn't teach him any independent skills, nor did he give him a complete social circle to support his soul.

He turned into that clumsy little crow again, unable to even press the buttons on those smart devices, so the little guy could only pick up the last of the chilled wine in the refrigerator and pour himself a glass.

Ignoring the discomfort in his stomach, Wu Tu was eager to drink it to quench his thirst.

But because he drank too fast, he suddenly became a little dizzy.

The little guy took a couple of steps, and having never drunk alcohol before, he bumped into the sofa and immediately collapsed onto it, falling asleep instantly.

His face was slightly flushed, and he exuded the sweet aroma of grapes, turning into a little dumpling filled with fermented rice wine.

He felt his face and his whole body were hot, so he could only lie on the sofa as if he had melted, looking soft and squishy.

But just then, the child came out of Winston's study.

The child was also very curious about the black rabbit. After discovering it, he came to the black rabbit, squatted down next to it, and looked at the black rabbit's sleeping profile.

The young man who had brought the child was about to say something when he saw this, but the child, resting his chin on his hand, said:

"...He's so handsome."

"Is he my brother? I want a brother like that."

"My father is so fierce. He doesn't like me at all. I can tell. The way he looks at me is the same way you look at me, like he's looking at a lab rat in a laboratory. He's very indifferent."

"I know you all hate me."

"Only Wu Tu... only my brother, when he looks at me, treats me like a child."

"His eyes were so sad, as if they could speak. He hated me, but he also pitied me..."

"Only he sympathized with me..."

The child muttered to himself, reaching out to touch the black rabbit's fingers. The black rabbit heard the noise and opened its eyes.

The moment he saw the person in front of him, the dizzy Wu Tu made an instinctive reaction.

He waved the child's hand away.

For the first time, Wu Tu put on a fierce expression and pushed the child in front of her away.

Why are you here?! My dad is my dad, not yours!!

The little guy was about to blurt out what was on his mind.

But when he looked into the child's eyes, he realized he couldn't speak.

If I were to actually say those words out loud...

He betrayed his former self.

These words were all too familiar to Wutu.

These are the words his aunt and brother said to him over and over again.