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Lin Yiren didn't speak, tears streaming down like rain, looking incredibly aggrieved.
Xu Wenjian also had a stern face, saying unhappily, "Wendong, even though we don't share any blood relation, you've always been like my little brother."
"How could you say something so heartless today?"
"Brother, what are you talking about? How was I heartless?" Xu Wendong flushed with anxiety.
Xu Wenjian took a deep breath, trying to control the anger in his heart, "During Third Grandpa's funeral, I promised the entire village that I'd bring you to the city and settle everything for you. You remember that, right?"
"I remember. If I didn't, why would I come to seek shelter with you?" Xu Wendong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He had seen his cousin get angry before, but those were all things from childhood—when he stood up for him against bullies.
This was the first time he got angry with him.
