<h4>Chapter 463: All Of Them Were Fools</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Larbre Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Larbre Studio


    Mo Yixuan looked at the door. One sight only made his face dim and gloomy.


    A touch of deep disgust shed through that eyes as well.


    Ye Hao almost rushed in. He stretched out his arm, pushing Mo Yixuan back hard, who was standing beside his wife. He said angrily, “Fuck off!”


    Mo Yixuan was pushed several steps back by him. He gritted his teeth, his long and thin fingers tightly clenched. That deep hatred came from the bone marrow, as if it could never disperse.


    Ye Hao squatted down again, looking anxiously at his wife in front of him. Seeing her dull eyes and tear-stained face, he convulsed all of a sudden, sinking into a kind of extreme self-reproach and guilt. He put his hand on her forehead. When he touched the freezing cold skin, a touch of deep pain grew in his eyes.


    It was all his fault. It was he who didn’t protect her well. It was also because that he hadn’te in time that she got wronged.


    Although he did not know what had taken ce, he could guess what might have happened to her, seeing her in such a state of despair and loss.


    “Yanyan...” Ye Hao reached out his hand directly, holding up He Xiyan who was sitting on the ground. Hugging her tightly, he then looked at Mo Yixuan and said angrily, “What did you do to her?”


    Ye Hao looked around, finding Yuanyuan nowhere to be seen. Did these people rob the child away directly?


    Mo Yixuan stood with his hands sped behind. Upon hearing his son’s name, his heart convulsed painfully, the guilt in his eyes heavier.


    He gritted his teeth tightly. How he wanted to rush over and take her back! However, he knew that he was not qualified to do so now.


    He did not reply, simply looking at Ye Hao out of spite and hatred. His rival in love was also a man whom he regarded as an enemy.


    Greatly furious, Ye Hao shouted at Mo Yixuan, “Now that you have taken away the child, what are you doing here? Get out of here!”


    After that, he went to the bedroom with his wife in arms. When he came out, he had taken off his coat, his hands clenched tightly into fists, the green veins on his arms bulging, and his eyes bloody red.


    “Fuck you, you son of a bitch.” In anger, Ye Hao punched Mo Yixuan on his left face, which soon became swollen due to the strength.


    He stood there, wiping the trace of blood streaming out of his mouth corner, his teeth gritted tightly. Unexpectedly, however, he did not fight back.


    He looked at Ye Hao, with some kind of unspeakable irony as well as hatred in his eyes.


    “Aren’t you the same! Ye Hao...”


    If he was despicable for winning the custody of Yuanyuan by seeking personal connections, then didn’t Ye Hao simply help him as well?


    Ye Hao curled his lips coldly, his chest fluctuating violently. There was a touch of deep hatred in his eyes.


    He hated Mo family, but hated himself even more.


    “Get out!” He pointed to the door, his hands sped again and his teeth clenched. At the moment, it seemed that only fighting could dispel his hatred.


    He Xiyan was now lying in the small wooden bed where she used to sleep when she was a little child. The bed was only 1.2 meters wide, small and narrow, which was only enough for her to sleep alone. She looked at the ceiling with eyes wide open. She just kept looking, no more tears in her eyes, nor any ray of light or hope. She was like a patient with an incurable disease.


    She could hear two men fighting outside, even the sound of things being smashed.