Ye Hao's face was frighteningly gloomy, amber eyes suddenly darkening as if his secret had been revealed to light. His eyesight became as cold as a knife in an instant.
"Mo Yixuan!"
"Am I wrong?" Mo Yixuan hugged his lips coldly. "Your heart is bitterly dark, but you pretend to be a white lotus flower." His Yanyan was so simple and pure that she could not see the cold and desolate side of this man. Thinking of his Yanyan was now with such a man, Mo felt heartbroken, even unable to sleep and eat well.
The air in the surroundings suddenly cooled down.
Ye Hao tightened his lips, eyebrows frowned. He looked at Mo Yixuan with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, forcing out a very cold and sarcastic smile.
"You're right." Suddenly he said, "I am such a person."
Ye Hao gave out a kind of expression suggesting "I am indeed a bad person, so what can you do with me?". After all, some of what the man said was indeed true, except for the car accident.
