Fan Xiaofan returned to her residence and had just stepped into the corridor when she saw Ji Sanmei sitting on the stairs.
Upon seeing her, he immediately stood up, hesitated for a while, and then said, "I feel like Dongzi is acting strange today."
Fan Xiaofan didn't quite understand what she was saying, but before she could ask any more questions, Ji Sanmei went home like a rabbit returning to its burrow.
She was a little confused, and when she got to her place, she took the key and opened the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she froze on the spot.
Can anyone tell her if there was a magnitude 9 earthquake or a category 10 typhoon inside the house?
What's going on inside?
Compared to that, the damage caused by Wang Ya and Wang Li last time was child's play.
Many things were scattered on the ground, and some were deliberately vandalized.
When Fu Weidong heard a noise at the door, he instinctively felt something was wrong, but the room was already in such a state.
So he stood there calmly, waiting for Fan Xiaofan to open the door. After showing a shocked expression, he innocently asked, "Sister, do you believe me if I told you aliens came in and did this?"
Do you believe me?
I believed your lies!
Damn aliens.
Fu Weidong rushed over, blinking his innocent and pure eyes with utmost sincerity.
As for Fan Xiaofan...
You brat!
A sudden throbbing pain shot through her head, and Little Lemon's mechanical voice rang out again: "Warning! Warning! There is a corrupted species around you. It is recommended that you eliminate it, otherwise your safety may be greatly threatened."
A melanistic species?
What is this thing?
Fan Xiaofan glanced around. In this house, there was only this one dumpling.
But isn't he the so-called "corrupted species"?
It was ridiculous, but looking at the mess in the room, she sighed and remained silent.
Ignoring Little Lemon's warning to retreat, she instead half-squatted down and pinched the soft flesh on his cheek: "Tell the truth, did you make this mess of the house?"
The moment Fan Xiaofan pinched his cheek, Fu Weidong instinctively felt a surge of murderous intent and even tried to slap her away. He hated anyone getting close to him.
This was the first time Fu Weidong had looked at Fan Xiaofan from his own perspective. Her eyes were bright, and her dark pupils reflected his own five-year-old self.
At this moment, he was not covered in wounds, had not contracted a strange disease, was not hungry, and had not been beaten or scolded. When he subconsciously resisted Fan Xiaofan's closeness, his body had a strange instinct to rub against Fan Xiaofan's hand.
He was trying to say, "So what if I did it?"
Finally, he managed to utter a strained voice: "I...I didn't mean to."
Fan Xiaofan sighed, ignoring the mess in the room, and instead pulled Fu Weidong aside. To her, none of these things were as important as her little dumpling, whom she considered family.
"Can you tell me why this is happening?"
The genuine concern in her eyes was almost too much for Fu Weidong to bear.
Are you unhappy? Did something happen?
Seeing him lower his head and avoid her gaze, Fan Xiaofan became even more worried. She then recalled Xiao Ningmeng's words; although she didn't understand what a "darkened species" was, she still knew what "darkening" meant…
She was very worried. She had always known that the little boy lacked a sense of security, and that the days he spent living in the Tian family might leave an indelible mark on his heart forever.
She remembers that her little boy often cries in his sleep in the middle of the night, but when he wakes up, he seems to remember nothing at all.
Fan Xiaofan didn't bring up the matter, hoping that time would heal the wounds of unease.
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