Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 282 Am I the weakest son of the vampire progenitor? 19

Whether Lu Si'en was truly happy or not was unknown, but Zhao Zhao was certainly overjoyed. She beamed and rushed forward, hugging Mo Sen Cain tightly, sweetly calling out, "Father~"

Mosen Cain was speechless with frustration. He had repeatedly warned Zhao Zhao not to summon him so easily, but the result was always the same...

He closed his eyes, calming the surging emotions within him, and asked, "Was one slap enough to vent my anger?"

The words sounded calm and collected, but the underlying threat was obvious, as if he would slap Lu Si'en again if Zhao Zhao nodded even slightly.

Zhao Zhao nodded repeatedly, indicating that it was enough.

As he nodded, he glanced cautiously at Lu Si'en, whose face was gloomy, and quickly hid behind his father, seemingly afraid of retaliation.

Mosen Cain stroked Zhao Zhao's white hair, picked her up without changing his expression, and slowly walked towards the group of humans.

Upon seeing this, the vampires respectfully stepped aside, clearing a wide and unobstructed path for them, and no one dared to obstruct them in the slightest.

Halfway through their journey, Mosen Cain gently flicked Zhao Zhao's little head and asked in a calm tone, "You like blood servants like this... and playmates?"

Faced with her father's questioning, Zhao Zhao had no choice but to nod reluctantly and whisper, "Yes, I want them..."

Upon hearing this, Morsen Cain simply replied, "Okay."

Since the progenitor had spoken, no one else dared to raise any objections, not even Lu Si'en.

After dealing with the human affairs, the next step is to resolve the conflict between the two sons...

Zhao Zhao didn't know what had happened between her older brothers and sisters that day. She only knew that after her father summoned them all for a brief "talk," everything seemed to become somewhat unusual.

Every little request Zhao Zhao made was always fulfilled without exception, and he called for his father much less often.

Today it just so happens that it's the second brother Asher's turn to look after and teach Zhaozhao.

Zhao Zhao, who had just taken over from Damian, was still tightly clutching her favorite horror doll.

Oh no! I completely forgot to return it to Fourth Brother...

Sigh, I'll return it to my brother next time I see him~

At the same time, Zhao Zhao's cold and aloof servant, Chi Wei, who always exuded an aura of unapproachability, was following closely beside him.

Seeing his cold and aloof demeanor, Zhao Zhao chose to quietly keep her distance from him.

When Asher walked over, he immediately saw the scene before him that was both laughable and pathetic.

He first glanced at Chi Wei with a scrutinizing look, then pulled Zhao Zhao into his arms and chuckled sarcastically, saying, "Little guy, once we leave the castle, don't say you're my brother." He couldn't bear the embarrassment.

After saying this, he casually tossed Zhaozhao to Chi Wei like an object, then turned and left.

The father fell into a deep sleep again, and a mountain of complicated and trivial matters piled up within the family, which needed to be dealt with and resolved. Asher, as the first son of the progenitor, was especially burdened with a heavy responsibility and immense pressure.

While Zhao Zhao was reviewing government affairs, a vampire rushed in, "Your Highness, there's another human rebellion in the Western District, they're marching..."

"Kill him." Before he could finish speaking, Asher casually followed up with another sentence, instantly waking Zhao Zhao, who had been dozing off.

"No."

"Oh?" Asher lazily propped his head up, recalling his father's warning before he fell asleep, telling them to defer to little Hill in small matters.