Initially, Zhuge Yue frowned, ignoring the child. However, his expression relaxed swiftly. He lifted the child up, staring angrily at him.
The child was startled and pouted. "Father…"
"Don't call me Father again!" Zhuge Yue hollered. As he finished his sentence, the child looked as if he was about to cry again. Zhuge Yue sighed helplessly and said, "Don't call me Father, and you…you can stay here."
Xingxing was a smart child. Hearing this, she dashed up and said, "Mo'er, call him Uncle. You can stay here after that!"
"Un-uncle…" the child probably did not know what that word meant but followed Xingxing's instructions. Seeing that Zhuge Yue's expression slowly warmed up, he dashed forward, grabbed Zhuge Yue's neck and shouted, "Uncle, those adults…killed…parents…set fire…killed Mo'er…blood…cries…dead people…"
