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

"Alright, alright, you can change the color of my earrings today. This is to make up for it, so don't be angry, brother."

Looking at Cyrus like this, Wutu saw his father acting weak and spoiled towards him.

The little guy immediately lost his composure. After coaxing Cyrus, he stood in front of Cyrus, hands on his hips, and said to Ross:

"Even if you're sick, pitiful, and need someone to take care of you, you can't just throw a tantrum. Wasting food is bad behavior, it's shameful! Don't do that next time!"

Everyone around: ...

I thought the little guy was going to throw a tantrum, but it turned out to be just a tantrum.

Upon seeing this, Cyrus quickly covered the black rabbit's mouth and pulled it back into his arms.

It wasn't that he thought Wu Tu's explanation was bad; he just thought the little guy's anger sounded like he was being affectionate, which was so cute.

He was afraid that others would try to take his younger brother away, so he quickly hid the little guy.

The black tusk kicked its legs twice in mid-air, but finally realized it couldn't break free from Cyrus's embrace, so it gave up.

They could only let Cyrus take him away as if he were some rare treasure.

The matter was simply dropped.

Only Ross remained standing there, head down, thinking about how earnestly the little guy had defended Cyrus just now.

He seemed to suddenly understand what Cyrus meant when he said no one loved him.

If the black worm were his family, it would surely take care of him just like it took care of Cyrus, right?

Just now, even though they weren't family, Wu Tu was so concerned about him.

Ulu would care if Ross was sick, and would say that Ross needed to be taken care of. If he were Ross's brother, he would definitely make these beautiful bento boxes for Ross as well.

Thinking of this, Ross suddenly squatted down, ignoring his subordinates' attempts to stop him, and gently dipped his fingertip into the remaining cheese in the lunchbox, taking a bite.

He wanted to know what food tasted like when it was prepared with care.

But an unexpected reaction occurred, and Rose's back froze.

He stood there, stunned, staring at the leftover food on the ground, his heart filled with turmoil.

Why him?! How could it be him?!

Although Ross only ate the food made by the black worm twice, he remembered the ingredients by heart.

The dishes made with black worms have a unique flavor.

Ross can always taste the aroma of the black worm whenever he eats similar foods.

But Ross found it hard to believe.

This really was made by that little guy?

Ross recalled how the little guy had clung to Cyrus just moments before.

The little guy's fingers were so delicate, and he was so good at acting cute and charming in front of his family. So how could his family, Cyrus and the others, agree to let the little guy cook these dishes by himself?

How could that pampered young master, who looks like a pampered prince, know how to make these kinds of foods?

Moreover, Cyrus is neither a patient nor someone who needs care, so why is Wu Tu willing to cook for him?

Is it simply because Wutu is his younger brother?

Because they are family?

Ross had never seen anything like this before, so he felt that he now completely didn't understand the Black Rabbit.

But he needs the black worm...

This is the truth.

Ross stood up silently and gave a special order to his assistant to look up information on the black worm.

But a few hours later, when he learned about the little guy's past and that it had only been half a year since the little guy was recognized and returned to the Winston family, he was even more confused.

Why did Winston and Cyrus accept an illegitimate child who suddenly appeared in front of them so quickly?

Could this little guy be someone other than an ordinary person?

Wu Tu comes from that mysterious East. Could he really possess some kind of bewitching magic?

Ross's reason told him that he shouldn't approach this little guy who attracted everyone like gravity. He was afraid that he would also become like Cyrus and the others, caring about the crow and losing his mind.

He should not, and cannot, go near the black crow.

Ross was like a moth that knew the flames would burn it.

He knew that getting close to the black crow was out of control and dangerous, but his survival instincts still carried him closer and closer...

Ross had no choice but to throw himself into the raging fire.

He rushed toward the fire that ignited the light of his life, the soul of the black ox.

……

The next day, Ross even checked Wu Tu's class schedule. After confirming that Cyrus and the little guy were in separate classes, he immediately appeared on Wu Tu's way to class.

Ulu was startled when Ross suddenly emerged from the shadows.

It's clear that the little guy doesn't have a good impression of people who make an entrance like this.

Moreover, Wutu had just argued with Ross yesterday, and the little guy instinctively identified Ross as someone who was going to bully him.

Wu Tu's first reaction was relief that Cyrus wasn't by his side.

He really didn't want to burden his family because of himself.

Faced with malicious bullying, Wu Tu believes that she has completely developed an iron will, and no matter how excessive or cruel the other party is, Wu Tu will not break down.

Because the little guy has already prepared for the worst.

He's experienced the worst bullying before, so he's not afraid.

But Ross didn't say a word. He just grabbed Wu Tu's wrist and pulled him away. Ross was also accompanied by a group of bodyguards, so Wu Tu couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Ulu immediately realized that Ross was going to take him to a secluded place and bully him...

In deserted spaces, the terrifying nature of humanity is exposed.

Wu Tu could only silently let Ross pull her back to Ross's dormitory.

Wu Tu looked up and watched as the door slowly closed, far away from him...

Wu Tu almost instantly returned to that dark and gloomy little house, and also recalled her experience of being bullied at school.

The new psychological trauma, coupled with the old past, immediately triggered the cat's agitation.

He was like a kitten that hissed at everyone, warily watching the group of people surrounding him. The little guy immediately rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the kitchen knife that was placed in a conspicuous position, and stared intently at Ross.

Ross had only wanted him to cook for him, but before he could explain, the little guy seemed to have misunderstood.

He could only call his bodyguards over, trying to find a way to take the knife from the little guy's hand.

However, the little creature struggled fiercely, and in the struggle, its coat fell off, revealing the dense scars on its arms.

Ross frowned, looking at the little guy's shocking, battered body, then at the little guy's even thinner frame than his own... and the little guy's fear of him, and suddenly realized what was going on.

Ross swore.

"Are your family abusing you? Are you alright? Should we call the police?"

Seeing that he couldn't get close to Wutu, Ross quickly held up his phone to show Wutu his screen:

"Look, I won't hurt you. I can call the police right away, and then you'll be protected. No one can hurt you anymore..."