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Otherwise, if something goes wrong, who can he turn to for justice?

"Okay then, let's go get some toys to play with." Little Walnut said in a soft voice.

Lu Mian's face was wrinkled with laughter. That's right, go get the toy.

But as soon as these two little ancestors left the room, he immediately closed the door.

"Little Walnut, Yaya, look, what grandma brought you."

Gu Yulan's voice suddenly rang out at the door, startling Lu Mian so much that his breath stopped instantly.

After a few days of contact, he realized that she was the most difficult one to talk to in the group, and she would often speak in a sarcastic way.

She and that lady from the building made his head explode.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. How come the once powerful Master Di is so weak? If you didn't know, you would think the little jackal abused you."

What Lu Mian feared came true. After Gu Yulan handed a bag of toys to Yaya and Xiao Hetao, he began to sneer coldly.

That elegant face was filled with an uncomfortable coldness.

"Fatty, you don't understand this, right? It's not Jun Ye who's abusing him. It's the ancestors of the Di family who are summoning his soul one by one. If you don't believe me, just look at his horrible appearance, tsk tsk..."

"How dare you say that to the master."

When Lu Mian heard what Lou Jiao said, he stretched his neck to protect herself.

He knew that these two people were always outspoken, but he couldn't go so far.

Who is the master? How could he allow two women to talk about him irresponsibly and say such harsh words?

"Hey, hey, hey, look at what this lackey can do. I said, what's wrong? If you have the guts, jump up and bite me." Lou Jiao sneered.

Lu Mian was so angry at her that his face turned green and his breathing became irregular.

Di Guanwei, who was lying on the bed, looked at the two of them calmly and cleared his throat. "You guys want to seek an explanation for that kid, right?"

Gu Yulan said coldly, "What do you mean? If killing people is not against the law, you will lose your head if you believe it or not."

Yaya, who was happily playing on the ground, looked up at her, her innocent face full of curiosity. "Grandma, is it fun to move your head? Yaya wants to play."

Gu Yulan: "..."

Pushing Lou Jiao, she frowned and said, "Take Yaya and Xiao Hetao out first. I have something to say to this old man."

Lou Jiao didn't move, snorting, "What's there to say to this old Deng? I can't listen to you anymore."

She didn't want to leave. She wanted to scold that old man to death.

Gu Yulan glanced at her dead look and gave up. She turned her head to look at Di Guanwei and said shockingly, "Old man, when will you die?"

"You guys..." Lu Mian was so angry at their blunt words that he couldn't think of words.

"How dare you live after harming Tiantian like this? Aren't you afraid that your ancestors, Di, will tear you to pieces in the underworld?"

"If he was afraid, he wouldn't have been so selfish as to separate Xiao Zheng and the others from Tian Tian for three years. Fatty, this Old Deng has no heart at all. I'd just kill him."

Lu Mian: Are these two always so bold? They're talking about killing the master right in front of a loyal man?

"Death isn't easy; it's just a pill. But what about the damage and trauma he caused to Tiantian? Can death solve that?"

Gu Yulan clenched her fingers tightly, and her eye sockets began to swell and ache.

When she thought about Ruan Zheng and Yin Junye accompanying the child to see a psychiatrist, her heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp sword.

The psychologist said that Tiantian’s condition was not very good. She was too repressed and restrained herself. She was extremely defensive and would not let anyone easily enter her world.

Moreover, during the three years of growing up, the little girl has long been accustomed to licking her own wounds, so she is often in self-isolation.

Even though she seems to be more lively recently, this is often the most terrifying thing.

Because the little girl's two personalities were fighting each other, she struggled endlessly, like a little animal trapped in a cage, unable to find the right direction.

If she continues like this, she might drive herself crazy and have a mental breakdown.

Even adults find it difficult to withstand such pressure, let alone a three-year-old child.

The only way is that they should not be too hasty in forcing the little girl to get close to them, but let her approach them little by little so that she can completely let down her guard.

Her inner coldness and loneliness also need to be healed little by little, and we should try our best to touch her, soften her and influence her little by little through the details of life.

After all, the little girl is sensitive, cautious, overly vigilant and defensive towards everyone under the strict, high-intensity training and pressure, and her spirit is always in a state of high tension.

She also felt that no one was really kind to her. They just wanted to make the shackles on her shoulders heavier and never cared whether her small body could bear it.

But she understood that this was for her own good, because that was how her great-grandfather had been.

But sometimes she really couldn't bear it anymore, which was why the little girl secretly hurt herself, because the pain could paralyze all her senses and allow her to relax for a moment.

"Fatty, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying? Can you please save my face? Lao Deng didn't even cry, but you started crying first. You've really embarrassed me."

Lou Jiao saw Gu Yulan's tears rolling down her face and felt extremely disgusted.

Although his eyes showed disdain, his hands gently patted her back to comfort her, and she felt a slight soreness in her nose.

But she won't cry, it's too embarrassing!

Gu Yulan herself didn't know when the tears started to fall. She just thought about the suffering and sins that Tiantian had endured in the past three years, and she felt as if her heart was being squeezed into a round shape in someone's hand, and it hurt so much.

How could there be such a cruel great-grandfather in this world who would push such a lovely little girl into the kang with his own hands and burn her to ashes?

Doesn’t his conscience hurt?