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

"baby……?"

The assistant couldn't help but lean over and speak to the little guy.

When faced with strangers, the cub adheres to its mother's principle of not speaking.

He even tried to bury his face in Winston's arms, curling up his little feet as if to say, "I'm hiding, you can't see me."

The assistant was somewhat surprised: "This child... could there be something wrong with his vocal system?"

Winston: "He can talk; I just heard him say that."

It's just that its voice sounds like a kitten's, and its language is not the same.

Thinking of this, Winston looked at the black hair and eyes of the black rabbit and asked the assistant investigating the information, "Where is his mother from?"

Winston only remembered that the woman was Asian, but he didn't know what nationality she was.

The assistant then whispered about the woman's origins:

"Her name is Wulan. She is Chinese and came here on a work visa a few years ago. She has very few friends and relatives. She works several odd jobs every day, rents a small room in a suburban apartment, and lives a very frugal life."

"This child was never registered. But... when the car accident happened, Ulan protected the child and he was unharmed."

"She loves this child."

Although the little guy only vaguely heard a little of what the assistant said, and although he couldn't understand the meaning of those words.

But at that moment, the little guy seemed to sense his mother's last bit of love for him.

He burst into tears without warning.

Winston only realized the little guy was crying when he felt a cold sensation on the back of his hand.

Even this man, who had absolutely no knowledge of childcare, sensed that something was wrong:

"Why is he so quiet even when he cries?"

But when Winston instinctively reached out to wipe away his tears, the little guy, as if a switch had been flipped, offered his face to Winston's hand.

He always comforted his tired mother in this way, showing his pure love to his only family member.

But even though he was so well-behaved, he couldn't hold back his tears:

"Waaaa, baby... don't cry, waaaaa, Mommy..."

The cub, unable to bear its hurt feelings any longer, raised its little hand and patted itself, comforting itself as a mother would comfort her baby.

"Don't cry, don't cry... Baby, it's not raining..."

Watching the little guy's actions, the assistant's expression, which had initially been one of elite rationality, softened completely, softened as he was completely charmed by the little guy.

"Oh, sir, he's so cute..."

Seeing this, Winston had no choice but to lower his head, pinch the little guy's cheek, and tell him.

"You can cry."

Winston was used to giving orders like this, with an unquestionable tone.

But the little guy blinked, and he still couldn't understand.

He thought the uncle was pinching his cheek to make him quieter and more obedient.

So the little guy quickly wiped away his tears and curled up into an even smaller ball, sobbing.

This little one is only two years old, yet he already knows how to read people's expressions and how to control himself.

Winston noticed that the child seemed very sensitive to other people's emotions.

He was too sensible and too quiet.

It was as quiet as a porcelain doll.

Even if that woman loved him so much, Winston couldn't possibly be unaware of how impoverished and dependent their lives were in this bustling yet indifferent city.

Winston is someone who often stands at the top, looking down on all living beings.

The woman has already gone to tremendous lengths to protect this little guy from being sold or kidnapped and to raise him to this age.

Winston understood.

He reached out and pulled the little guy's coat down to cover his vision, completely wrapping him up, before he and his assistant went to deal with the woman's body.

Winston obtained the woman's home address, and when the staff asked him about his relationship with the child, Winston hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I am his father."

For Winston, adopting a child would be very simple.

They quickly obtained the little boy's address and the woman's only remaining possessions.

A key, and a photo of a woman holding a baby.

Winston helped the little guy put away the photos, then carried him all the way to the little guy's original home.

His assistant whispered a reminder that he was about to miss the next meeting.

Winston immediately asked his assistant to cancel the offer.

It's strange that Winston, who is so hard-hearted, has started to back down for a child.

She was even willing to come to a filthy place like a slum for him.

Winston's brow was furrowed deeply, but they had to go there to deal with the woman's funeral arrangements and the baby's fate.

Winston knew about the plight of these immigrants, but seeing it with his own eyes was far more shocking than hearing about it from others.

In the alleyway shrouded in garbage and dim light, Winston smelled stench, the stench of corpses, and the odor of addictive substances.

He couldn't imagine how a child could survive in such an environment.

Do you want to become a little mouse that hides and never makes a sound?

As Winston thought this, they were almost at the little guy's doorstep.

The little guy has already realized that we're almost home.

He hurriedly broke free from Winston's embrace and went to knock on the door.

He thought his mother's sudden disappearance meant she had gone home, and that he would definitely see her when she got home.

The little guy kept murmuring softly:

"Mother……"

But it was no longer Wutu's mother who opened the door.

Instead, it was another tenant.

"Little mouse? What are you doing out today? Didn't your bitch mother tie you up in your room?"

"Hey, it's not fun for you to be alone. I've got something new here, wanna take a puff?"

Before the man could say anything else, Winston kicked him away.

Winston hugged the black rabbit tightly again.

He finally understood why Wu Tu's mother hadn't taught him English yet.

How sad would he be if he could understand what these people were saying?

Winston's gaze turned cold.

To break the defenses of a man in a high position of power, you must challenge his dignity.

Now, it is clear that the child's situation makes him angry and pity him.

Even if he and this child have no affection for each other, how can he tolerate his own flesh and blood being treated like this?

"It's too tight, Daddy, I'm such a clingy baby..."

The little guy muttered something, quietly indicating that he was uncomfortable.

Even the assistant was stunned when he heard what the little guy said.

"Sir, what did he just call you?!"

Winston was also stunned.

The little guy had just heard Winston call himself "papa," so he assumed Winston was his father.

Since he's not the father, why would I hold him for so long?

Because in the world, the language spoken by both papa and mama is the same.

So even if Winston doesn't understand the crow's language, he can still tell that the little guy is calling him.

He needs him.

The little guy didn't realize anything was wrong.

Seeing the two adults frozen in astonishment, he pulled Winston along.

"Go home..."

The little guy tugged at Winston's sleeve and went into the inner room.

There is only a small single bedroom, which is the "home" for the mother and son.

From the doorway, Winston had a clear view of the interior.