Han Xue froze in shock and her face looked pale under the lamplight. She wanted to walk over to him but he went straight upstairs before she could even move.
Han Qing frowned and her brows knitted tightly together.
"Xiao Xue, does he usually act this way?" she asked, displeasure dripping from her voice. Ye Hao didn't used to treat her in such a rude manner. His face was so dark that he made it seem like everyone owed him a living.
Han Xue didn't respond to her mother's question but instead, she went to the living room and picked up her son, Ye Chenyu who was playing with his toys there.
Ye Hao had also come downstairs by the time she emerged with her son, and he was carrying his daughter in his arms.
They looked at each other for a brief moment before Ye Hao turned away and coldly said, "Let's eat."
Yes, let's eat. These were the words he said most often to her ever since she moved into the castle.
