He quickly strode forward and his arm carved an arc in the air as he suddenly snatched He Xiyan's bowl away.
Clang-
The bowl smashed into pieces on the floor.
"Who the hell says I'm here to visit?"
He looked darkly at the bed and his hands clenched into fists. All he wanted to do was to tear this detestable man apart.
Damn it, why didn't the truck kill him?
He Xiyan's eyes widened and cold sweat broke out on her body. She could not understand what he was doing here.
She turned around and almost instinctively, tried to block Ye Hao from his view.
Ye Hao's earlier good spirits were ruined and he pursed his lips into a thin line.
He looked at that man with eyes full of loathing.
"Mo Yixuan, I can't fight you in my current state, neither do I wish to see you. Please see yourself out."
He said and pointed toward the door.
