"That ......" Lin Jue raised his eyes and looked at Beitang Yaori with an angry face: "Lin Ao is a guy who eats soft and doesn't eat hard."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Lin Jue turned his head to look out the window and shrugged his shoulders.

An inadvertent sentence made Beitang Yaori seem to notice something.

The eldest young master of Black Swan Castle, Beitang Xing, has been well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and he will not let Beitang Yaori worry about anything at all. However, Lin Ao and Lin Jue are different, the stubborn character of these two little guys, and the maturity and intelligence of their peers, made Beitang Yaori really realize for the first time that his father is not so easy to be.

Eat soft or hard?

Beitang Yaori was silent, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he chuckled, "How long are you two going to be angry with me?"

"I'm much better behaved than Lin Aoke, at least I didn't bite you."

"So, when are you going to call me Daddy?"

Lin Jue frowned in distress: "I don't want to make Lin Ao angry now."

"You're an older brother, aren't you?"

"Yes, it's a pity that it's an older brother who is controlled by his younger brother."

If Lin Ao saw Lin Jue's expression of submission to his younger brother for the first time now, I don't know if he would laugh.

Beitang Yaori was not impatient, looking at Lin Jue's embarrassed appearance now, he was very happy in his heart.

The twins Lin Ao and Lin Jue were even better than he imagined. On the surface, Lin Jue looks very big and arrogant, but he can always say words for the sake of his younger brother without opinion.

On the beach behind the seashore, two figures, one large and one small, are chasing.

"Young Master, Young Master, don't run away! The body has not fully recovered, and the wound will crack open if you run like this! Young Master!"

"Don't follow me, and don't call me young master!"

Leng Zhao paused, chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and stopped: "Young Master, you are exactly the same as your father when he was a child."

——！

Same?

A child is a child after all, and Leng Zhao's sensitive words made Lin Ao stop.

The sound of waves lapping on the beach, again and again.

Leng Zhao looked at the little young master who had stopped, walked over and took off his coat and draped it over Lin Ao.

"If the young master doesn't mind, I'll tell you a story."

「……」

"Perhaps, after listening to this story, you can change your mind about him."

Lin Ao gritted his teeth, but he still lost unwillingly, he really wanted to know what kind of past his father Beitang Yaori had behind the legendary figure.

Even, let him become a cruel mafia!

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy as old as you, young master, but compared to your current life, young master, his life is no different from hell."

Hell?!

"What do you mean?"

Leng Zhao looked at Lin Ao, with a light smile on his face, but a little sad: "Without the love of his parents, he endures the strange eyes of the people around him every day, is bullied and spurned, and even, in order to fill his stomach, he has to go to the trash can to find something to eat."

「……」

"At that time, the little boy was only three years old."

——！！！

Lin Ao's eyes widened, he couldn't believe how pitiful this shocked him!

"No matter what, you have to live, the little boy had this one on his mind, even if it was to find something to eat in the trash can to stay alive."

「……」

"Later, the little boy was locked up in the basement by his father for five years in order to protect his younger brother from fighting with others."