However, Xiaoyan rushed to Los Angeles in a hurry the next day, crying for her father and begging her grandma to support Xiaobai: "Xiaobai, just pity your Uncle Yan. The Sahara Desert is definitely not a place where people can go. Now you
Auntie Xue'er is still having a cold war with me. As soon as I leave, my wife will be gone."
Xiaobai glanced at Uncle Yan, who was kneeling down to beg him in an exaggerated manner. He blew out a cold breath and said with a sneer:
"Ha! Dad can really threaten people, but that is your business and has nothing to do with me!"
He only cares about his own rights. Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance.
He can't just compromise like this, otherwise he will have to live in his devil training from now on.[
Xiaobai raised his hands and asked Murong Jue for a hug. As soon as Murong Jue stretched out his hand, he used his strength to climb directly onto his shoulders, ignoring Xiaoyan beside him.
"Xiaobai, you can't be so heartless. Uncle Yan is usually the best to you."
Xiaoyan refused to give up, so he planned to give Xiaobai a soft blow first, and if that didn't work, he would just knock Xiaobai out and tie him back.
Murong Jue understood his idea from his eyes, and his expression suddenly turned cold, giving him a warning look.
He was not allowed to harm his nephew, and he would not interfere in any other way.
Xiaoyan shrugged, weighed it over and over again, and decided to stay and fight a protracted war.
However, if Xiaobai obeyed obediently, he would no longer be the son Tian Junhao was proud of in his heart but always hated on his face.
That night, after turning off the lights, he crept up from the bed and put on his backpack.
Don't think that a four-year-old child can't do anything. Under Tian Junhao's devilish training, he is obviously more agile than a teenage child. Now flying over walls and walls is just a piece of cake for him.
No one is left here, but there is room for others.
He was going to move to his second uncle. Nangong Yi would not turn to his father and would definitely take him in.
He thought about where to go, so he sneaked out of the window in the middle of the night, patted his butt and left.
So under the dim light, there was a suspicious target on the second floor of the apartment hanging from the fence on the second floor and moving down bit by bit.
His little arms and legs were pulling the sheets on the wall, swinging in the air, aiming at a sycamore tree in front of the building, trying to use the force to bounce himself over.