"Of course, I’m your Uncle Zirui’s girlfriend, he wouldn’t dare lie to me."
The little guy nodded, then softly sighed, "Ah—too bad Uncle Zirui isn’t here. Otherwise, with him and Dad together, they would definitely be able to rescue Mom quickly."
"Yeah." Xu Xia sighed just like him, "That darn Uncle Zirui, he slipped away this time. When he gets back from training, we’ll give him a good talking to, okay?"
Worried that the little guy was upset, Xu Xia tried hard to act cute to cheer him up.
"But, Uncle Zirui is so impressive. What if we can’t beat him?" Luo Jun, being a child at heart, was easily distracted, shifting his focus to Leng Zirui.
"Godmother has practiced Taekwondo, you know? Besides, aren’t you here too? Two against one, it’s definitely our win."
"But..." Luo Jun remained hesitant, then sighed in a little adult’s tone, "Actually, it’s not Uncle Zirui’s fault either. Mom said they have to follow orders, it’s also ’deep, oily chicken’."
Deep, oily chicken?!
Xu Xia didn’t react immediately, but a moment later she understood he meant "no choice," and laughed while hugging the little guy.
"My dear son, you’re so adorable. When Uncle Zirui comes back, I have to tell him this ’deep, oily chicken’ story."
As she laughed, the smile on Xu Xia’s face froze.
Leng Zirui, that guy, I wonder how he’s doing now?
Unsure about how his training is going, they’ve been using real weapons, would he get hurt...
Bah, bah, bah!
What getting hurt? What nonsense am I thinking?
How could that man possibly get hurt? Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!

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