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No matter what, he was still a child who hadn't grown up. He knew Wu Liangliang had a bad temper, which was spoiled by others, but a child is a child, just like a blank sheet of paper when they are born.
What the child's temperament becomes is, apart from a small part of their nature, likely the result of the external environment.
So, it was really they who had harmed him.
It was they who, at such a young age, planted so many seeds of evil.
He was afraid, even if Wu Liangliang survived, his life would not end well.
Even his father didn't want him anymore; his grandson, it was so pitiful.
Suddenly, with a smack, Ren Ying slammed the cup down, "Dad, I said I'm hungry, go out and buy me something to eat."
"It's raining outside, and it's too late."
"What does the rain matter, and what does it being late matter? Does it mean I won't eat?"
