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

The little rabbit, smelling the familiar scent, gradually grew tired and fell asleep.

After all, he was just a weak and innocent little rabbit. The complicated information from the outside world and the unfamiliar hospital made him feel tired.

In his father's arms, the little one will assume the most relaxed position, and may even roll over to sleep.

It's important to know that for small animals, their belly is their most vulnerable spot.

The only place where the little one can roll over onto his belly and sleep is in his father's arms.

The little black rabbit is now nestled in its father's arms, just like a small animal nestled in an adult's pouch, feeling incredibly secure.

Winston looked down at the little guy sleeping soundly in his arms, his furry belly bobbing up and down. At almost the same time, he recalled that when Wutu was a baby, he had also been sleeping in his arms like this, his face all squashed.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of crow it is, the only one it can rely on is its father.

Winston felt a wave of tenderness wash over him, and that tingling, itchy sensation began to spread again.

However, even as Winston lowered his head, several other burning gazes remained fixed on him.

Winston looked up, and Richard and the others silently looked away.

Seeing this, Winston carefully hid the black rabbit inside his coat, preventing them from coveting it. Then he glanced at Kaylan, the culprit, and decisively said:

"Once you've recovered, I'll come back and ask you what you did to turn your brother into this."

This is practically announcing to Kailan, "Once you recover from your injuries, your death is imminent."

Kaylan: ...

Kalan knew he was about to die, but he was not desperate at all, because he had faced this situation many times and had become tough on the skin.

Kaylan was very unhappy about Winston taking the little guy away.

"I'm already like this, and you still want to take the baby away? You're going to hit me anyway, so why don't you wait until I've had enough of petting the little guy before you pack up?"

Unfortunately, Winston coldly rejected Kaylan's offer.

The very creation of this version of the fluffy black tusk destined him to only appear in Winston's arms.

This might be a limited edition item that you can never get your hands on.

Kailan and the others were incredibly envious, but no matter what, the rabbit belonged to someone else.

Winston looked at the little guy in his arms, who looked like a plush toy, suppressed his urge to show him off, and took him home.

Winston had just left with the black rabbit when Richard and the others followed him.

From the moment they entered until they left, they didn't show any concern for the injured Kailan.

They might have initially intended to just put on an act, but once they discovered the little guy had become truly furry, they completely forgot about their cheap brother.

Kaylan watched Richard turn and leave without a second thought, and shouted:

"Believe it or not, I'll tell my sweetheart that your relationship is all fake and you don't care about me at all!"

Seeing this, Richard could only stop walking, but he did not turn around.

Because he knew that Kailan's next sentence was:

"If you help me get my baby back and let it stay with me while I recover, I'll forgive and forget about your mistake."

Richard calmly said:

"Even God couldn't guarantee you that. After all, I don't think God can beat a parent who's fiercely protective of their child."

"You know perfectly well that with Wu Tu in this state, Aiden will protect him like a wild beast, keeping him firmly in his arms."

They couldn't even get a hug.

Kailan was thinking of having Wutu keep him company a little longer.

Richard's face practically screamed, "You're daydreaming."

Kaylan could only watch helplessly as Richard and the others left.

He sighed, then turned and started calling his agent again, pouring out his grievances.

The agent, who was already considering resigning, became even more determined to quit after hearing this.

But when he heard Kaylan reminisce about the soft, creamy-yellow bunny, he couldn't help but ask:

"Kaylan, does your little bunny need a manager?"

Upon hearing the question, Kaylan tensed up:

"Don't even think about taking my little kitty!"

Agent: ...Can't I even ask?

……

Wu Tu doesn't care whether he can make money or not now.

After all, what he cares about most right now is his basic survival needs.

That is, eat your fill and then sleep.

Unfortunately, there aren't many foods that rabbits can eat, and after the little guy woke up, he kept sucking on Winston's fingers.

Winston hesitated for a moment; he didn't know what rabbits could eat.

He didn't care whether other people thought rabbits should live a life of luxury or rough conditions; he was only worried about everything concerning the black rabbit.

Just like he worried about the little guy when he was a child, afraid that he wouldn't eat well, afraid that he would suddenly leave him.

Winston takes on the role of a parent over this custard bun, which makes him particularly strict. He won't give the bun any food that might harm its health.

Even if the little guy protests or stomps his feet, it's no use.

When they returned to the manor, a group of people looked serious and carefully surrounded Winston, who also carefully protected his chest, making the butler look as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

They usually look like this because something has happened to the little one or they are sick.

Only the presence of the black clown can unite the entire Winston family.

So when the butler saw them returning in a hurry, he instinctively wanted to go and greet them.

"Where is the young master?"

Although the current butler has retired, he still can't help but worry about everything concerning Wutu, who lives next door.

After all, he had watched Wutu grow up.

He has instructed the servants to be 120% prepared for any unexpected situation the young master might encounter.

But when Winston walked up to the butler, with a stern face and a solemn expression, and pulled a plush toy from his pocket, even the butler, who had seen it all, was stunned.

Until the plush toy in Winston's arms moved.

The little creature sat upright in Winston's palm, tilting its head at the butler as a greeting.

The butler asked, bewildered, "Did the young master find this?"

Winston was clearly more anxious; he was afraid that the tiny little guy would starve to death if he didn't eat for a while.

So he didn't even have time to answer the butler's question, and was only anxious to ask the all-knowing butler:

Do you know what rabbits eat?

The butler adjusted his glasses: "Timothy hay... wait a minute, I'll have them bring the hay over, and add some rabbit pellets too."

The black rabbit did not accept it.

He wanted to stomp his feet again.

Richard understood the black rabbit's resistance and could only ask, "Can't you even eat fruits and vegetables?"

The butler said, "He looks too young, like he's not even an adult yet. His stomach is very sensitive, and fruits and vegetables have too much water content. I'm afraid he'll get diarrhea if he eats them."

The black crow was unhappy.

He jumped down from his father's arms and quickly darted around the manor.

Ulu was also the young master of Winston Manor. He was even more familiar with the manor than Winston was. After all, when the little guy was bored as a child, he liked to explore every corner of the manor that no one knew about.

So as long as it's a familiar place, once the little guy starts running, it's hard to catch him for a while.

So the little guy seized the opportunity and headed straight for the kitchen.

He was so small that when he landed on the large, warm yellow carpet of the manor, he seemed to disappear completely.