Lin Fan looked at the widely infamous Devil's Incarnate of the Xuanhuang World, Wang Xiaoming, bawling his eyes out at his thighs. If anyone else were to see this, they would definitely be so shocked their jaws would drop right down on the spot!
"Xiaoming, ah! Don't cry anymore!" Lin Fan fondled his head gently, consoling him.
"No, uncle! You don't have to console me! Xiaoming really feels like crying right now!" Wang Xiaoming was truly feeling aggrieved in his heart. All these years had really been way too trying for him!
"No, what I meant is that even if you want to cry, can you not do it while hugging your uncle's thighs? All your snot and tears are being rubbed on me!" Lin Fan remarked in wild disdain.
Wang Xiaoming raised his head and blinked his eyes while looking at Lin Fan. Feeling that was being ocstracized at this moment because of his actions, he commented out in sorrow.
