Yuan Yuan didn't think he was on good terms with Ye Hao.
Ye Hao pointed at the chair beside him and said, "Please sit down. I'd like to have a chat with you."
Yuan Yuan didn't know how to react.
His brows creased slightly but he didn't move to sit on the chair. Instead, he looked at the man who lay on the hospital bed and said, "Let's speak here."
He neither had the interest nor the patience to share a long and meaningful chat with the man who laid on the hospital bed.
There was nothing much to be said between them either.
"Do you hate me?" Ye Hao asked as he looked at Yuan Yuan who was now taller than Yan Yan. Yuan Yuan was only 12 years old, so he didn't know how he managed to grow to be so tall.
Did he hate him?
Yuan Yuan paused for a moment and blinked hard when Ye Hao mentioned the word 'hate'.
"You're mistaken, Uncle Ye," Yuan Yuan said calmly. "I don't hate you and there's no reason for me to hate you."
