"That's good, this kid is the most naughty one, just ignore him. If he bullies you, tell dad, and you won't let him go."
If he obviously meant something else, the atmosphere instantly dropped below zero again.
Dad lit another cigarette, and the blue smoke enveloped his angular face, which was so unreal.
I suddenly had a strange feeling in my heart
I looked at Leng Binglian, and there was no color at all on his calm face.
His eyes were still so terrifying, as if he was going to tear the person in front of him into pieces.
Why is there so much hatred?
Could it be related to what happened when he was seven years old?
I frowned, what kind of past is there that I don’t know about?
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Dad was really in a hurry. He stayed until dark and then left. The total was only five hours.
As soon as he left, Leng Bingliang immediately asked someone to change everything and throw away the plates and cutlery he used.
I felt distressed when I saw that person, but I didn’t dare to speak
Now there are only four of us left in the house. Sister Qianqing is pestering me, but it can be seen that she really wants to stay with her eldest brother.
It's just that the person didn't seem to have the same idea, but was reading the newspaper on the single sofa not far away.