The two men, who used to bear great hatred against each other and even had several fights before, were no longer in the mood to quarrel now. After all, whether they bore a grudge against each other or fought with each other, it was pointless.
Ye Hao stood up and turned around, his back appearing freezing cold. He went straight out of Mo family, without saying anything, not even a goodbye.
Mo Yixuan, however, smoked in the sofa as he usually did. He smoked skillfully, one after another, blowing out smoke rings.
Soon the hall was filled with smoke he made.
"Yuanyuan..." Upon finishing the cigarette, he called his son who was playing with the jigsaw puzzle on the carpet not far away.
Hearing dad's call, Yuanyuan turned his little head. After several blinks, he got up from the ground and walked to his dad, resting himself on dad's legs.
Mo Yixuan stroked the child's soft hair, and then picked him up to let him sit on his lamps.
