Taking Xiaohu Out, Holy Selection (1)

He looked in disbelief at the closed door in front of him.

Had he, Wei Xichao, his father's favorite son, been actually ruthlessly rejected by his father?

This couldn't be true!

He scratched his heart and said aggrievedly, "Dad, am I still your most beloved Little Seven?"

Creak…

The door was pulled open from the inside.

Wei Ting's eyes lit up. "Dad…"

He was hung on the big locust tree.

Wei Liulang had just returned from listening to the news outside. The moment he entered the backyard, he was shocked by a certain someone who had been "hanged".

"Little Seven, what are you doing?"

Wei Ting hung from the branch and swayed.

He spun around and said helplessly, "Ask Dad."

Wei Liulang indeed asked aggressively.

Three seconds later, a pair of brothers hung on a branch and swayed together.

Ghostfear had cleaned himself up today. He looked dignified and valiant.