Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Yu'an knew that he was still kind at heart. Wasn't it because he saved him that he got his name and redemption?

The boy was very dirty and smelly, but he didn't mind.

His voice was gentle, and his embrace was gentle, a tenderness he had never experienced before.

The boy closed his eyes, turned his head, and put his face in his arms. "I'll go with you."

Yin Qiaomu curled the corners of his mouth. In front of a vulnerable person, nothing can be more bewitching than a hug.

Yin Qiaomu let him go, held the boy's cold hand tightly, and pulled him slowly towards the hotel. "What's your name?"

Yu'an followed on the other side of Yin Qiumu, also listening curiously.

"My name is Liu Sang." The young man bit his dry lips, and his palms slowly became warm. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Yin Qiumu against the light.

Yin Qiaomu was like a gentle brother, telling him his name and his identity along the way.

Liu Sang gradually found out and was secretly delighted, secretly delighted that he could meet a noble person who had nothing to do with him.

When they arrived at the hotel, Yin Qiumu asked the hotel staff to go to a brand invested by the Jie family and buy some clothes and shoes for the child and himself.

Considering the generous tip, the staff member smiled with eyes curved and went there immediately.

Liu Sang finished his shower and came out wearing the hotel's bathrobe.

He was a little shy and approached Yin Qiaomu awkwardly.

"How did you get out of the hospital?" Yin Qiumu questioned him secretly. Even if he didn't tell her, Yin Qiumu could find out everything about him with just one phone call.

Liu Sang lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I'm here to find my father. He's dead."

Liu Sang is eleven years old this year. His biological mother and father divorced a long time ago, and his father found him a stepmother, but this stepmother treated him very badly.

He ran away from home once, but was unwilling to go back home again.

This time he ran away from home because his stepmother took advantage of his father's absence from home due to colon cancer and bullied him even more severely.

Liu Sang rolled up the sleeves of his bathrobe, revealing burn marks all over his arms.

"I wanted to find my dad, but I had no money, so I had to beg for food all the way to the hospital."

Liu Sang lowered his head and his voice trembled. Yin Qiumu frowned and touched his head. Liu Sang took the opportunity to bury his face in his chest.

Yin Qiaomu thought Liu Sang was too sad, but only Yu An saw that this boy was planning to be bad. This was not just aggrieved feeling, it was clearly hatred.

After changing his clothes and shoes, Liu Sang asked to go home. Yin Qiaomu gave him the round-trip fare and said to him, "I will leave at this time tomorrow afternoon. You have to remember the time."

Liu Sang nodded obediently and clenched the money in his hand. "Brother, I will be back tomorrow morning."

After Liu Sang left, Yu An lay on the bed, "Aren't you afraid that he won't come back? You gave him a lot of money."

Yin Qiaomu picked up the phone and ordered food as if nothing had happened. "Whether he comes back or not has nothing to do with me. I gave him the opportunity. Whether he can seize it depends on his ability."

Liu Sang took a bus home and it was already evening when he got home.

The stepmother, her younger brother, and the children she brought with her, a family of three, were having dinner in the house that belonged to him!

Liu Sang narrowed his eyes, holding the wire and the radio in his hands.

While waiting for the three of them to fall asleep, Liu Sang slowly wrapped the wire in his hand around the room to ensure that they could not rush out of the room.

Then he slowly put the radio on the ground, walked around it and poured gasoline on it. After returning to the door, he raised his lighter.

Liu Sang chuckled and threw the lighter out.

The house is a bungalow, far from the city center, and the surrounding houses are empty.

No one noticed when the fire started.

Soon, screams and knocks on the door were heard in the house.

"Help! Help!"

"Fight the fire!"

Liu Sang slowly turned on the radio to record their cries for help, then closed his eyes and listened.

He could clearly hear the crackling sounds, their cries for help, and coughs.

The sound of falling to the ground!

Crawling sound!

The sizzling sound of fire burning flesh!

The sound of a broken beam!

These sounds were like music, which Liu Sang appreciated immensely.

He smiled proudly. Why should he leave his house to others?

The suffering he endured will never be wiped out!

Liu Sang raised his head and was extremely grateful that he had met his brother. He knew that his brother would appreciate him.

Soon, there was no movement.

Liu Sang turned on the radio, took out the tape, and then threw the radio into the fire.

Now, he is going to find his brother.

He wants to run towards a new life.

At this time in Hangzhou, Wu Xie gnashed his teeth and looked at Wu Sanxing on the hospital bed, and took out a photo. "Jie Lianhuan died in this operation. We went to the Xisha underwater tomb and saw the blood letter, which said, Wu Sanxing made me die with regret!"

In response to Wuxie's question, Wu Sanxing avoided the question and said, "What happened back then was too bizarre. You'd better not get involved."