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

"Sweetie, you've found so many families already, the house is so lively. And you can't just abandon your dad, right?"

Winston spoke so gently and coaxed Wu Tu, afraid that his child might really cause any more trouble.

But Wu Tu didn't feel that she was making things difficult for her father.

His father loves him so much, he definitely won't dislike him.

Moreover, his father had already marked him, and he now has the marks of the stars.

So Dad won't lose him.

The little guy doesn't seem to have any sense of gain or loss, and he doesn't forget what he was hurt by. The pain of his previous illnesses and near-death experiences is all very vague to him now.

It seems that as long as someone loves him, even if he goes to heaven and God asks him how he died, the little guy will say:

"My dad loves me very much! He plays with me!"

God: "No, I'm asking what caused your death?"

Wu Tu: "I don't remember, I only know that my father loved me very much!"

Now, Wu Tu also needs to run into her father's arms and kiss his cheek with a smile:

"I love you so much, Dad."

Winston's anger dissipated instantly; his previously firm tone had now transformed into:

"If you like, Dad will find you a few more older brothers and sisters."

Forget it, let's spoil them. We'll leave everything to the housekeeper anyway.

The little guy shook his head: "That's enough."

The house has changed dramatically now.

Everywhere there were traces of the cubs, and everywhere there were traces of his beagle brothers and sisters tearing the house apart every few days.

For example, Wu Tu now loves to play with his older brothers and sisters.

Looking at his lively family, the little guy's face was finally free of any gloom.

Finally, Winston found the right approach, and now that more family members love him, the little guy's mental state is much better than before.

He was perhaps born to be loved.

However, this method left Winston constantly envious.

Winston didn't know what jealousy was, but whenever he saw the little guy interacting with others, he couldn't remain as indifferent as before.

He could only nervously follow behind Wutu, watching Wutu intently.

The little guy is already used to his dad's gaze.

In his mind, he wouldn't be alarmed by this gaze because he had lived in this environment since he became conscious.

Even if Winston isn't by his side right now, Winston will definitely manipulate some servant to stand beside him.

Those are the eyes that Winston left behind.

Perhaps, in the little guy's eyes, he needs to be watched over by his father.

If one day he finds that his father is no longer paying attention to him, he will feel unfamiliar and afraid of his surroundings.

But Kaylan and the others felt that Winston's way of raising children was wrong.

But they won't care.

It's all because of this child that they were inexplicably dragged here to be recognized as relatives and forced to work. Who wants to be a little kid's older brother or sister?

Upon seeing this, Richard reached out and scooped up the blackfish.

Since they dislike him so much, let him be the older brother of the black rabbit.

But the next second, he found that Kailan was still clinging tightly to Wutu's two soft feet.

Kalan had a handsome, beast-like head that resembled both a wolf and a fox, and also had a pair of goat-like horns.

Because he possessed aggressive genes, a strong body, a competitive spirit, and a tyrannical heart.

His body was still human, dressed in well-fitting clothes, with a fur collar peeking out from his chest, yet somehow exuding a touch of the elegance of a thug in a suit.

It looks like an anomaly that appears to be polite but is actually a monster.

Because of his undisguised, tyrannical, capricious, and unpredictable nature, which made him the object of people's resentment and curses, he became what he is now.

He roared at Richard's warning.

Richard wasn't afraid at all.

"Since you didn't do it willingly, and you dislike the little guy, then don't be his older brother. Don't disappoint him."

Kaylan frowned.

He doesn't dislike the little guy, nor does he dislike him.

When Wu Tu first saw him, she was not intimidated by his appearance; she even asked him if he was the cursed prince of Deniseri.

Why would Kaylan dislike such an insightful child?

Kaylan couldn't accept Richard's slander and provocation, and they started fighting without warning.

They are no longer related by blood, and they left no survivors.

However, since they were already dead beyond any possibility, they lost the feeling of being able to kill each other.

Lilith, who was standing nearby, saw that a fight was about to break out and immediately joined in.

Lilith is a decaying beauty, like a flower that has been eroded and is half-rotten, beautiful to the point of decadence.

Cyrus, on the other hand, was incredibly gloomy, half of his body turned into bare bones, yet even his bone structure was so handsome that it was impossible to resist his charm.

They are twin demons who absorb the life force of others and trample countless withered bones under their feet.

Cyrus simply doesn't like getting involved in such conflicts.

He watched with a grim face as the others began to demolish the base. With their abilities, each one a strange boss, if they started fighting, the entire dungeon would be plowed up.

However, no matter how much they fight, they won't harm the cubs.

The little guy looked up at his older siblings fighting, then walked away, uninterested.

If it were another version of the little guy, he would definitely be terrified, but this cub, who has always lived with his non-human father, is really used to this kind of scene.

He didn't feel fear or apprehension; it was as if he had developed a bland numbness after seeing such bloody things for a long time.

He naturally walked to Cyrus's side, hooked Cyrus's skeletal fingers around his hand, and led him by the hand.

My stomach is empty.

Cyrus knew this meant he wanted to eat, but he wasn't used to it. Why did the little guy like to hold his skeletal side so much?

People before him wouldn't even dare to look at him, let alone touch him.

But the little guy just happens to like his ugly half.

So Cyrus couldn't help but ask:

"Aren't you scared when you hold my right hand?"

Wu Tu glanced at Cyrus and thought he was a bit stupid.

"Because I'm good to you. We're family, very, very close, so we should hold hands even closer!"

For example, pulling on a skeleton?

Cyrus looked into the child's innocent eyes and had no doubt whatsoever. The little guy took off his bone and used it as a pillow without any hesitation.

But Cyrus actually liked the little guy's appearance.

If he had met the little one sooner, wouldn't he have become the father?

But just as he thought that, Winston looked over.

Everyone stopped moving.

Because Winston is here.

Wutu immediately let go of Cyrus's hand, ran to her father, and wanted a hug.

Cyrus looked down at his fingers; the little guy's warmth, still lingering on them, was still there.