Outside the door, Qi Yuming was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was like frost, and his phoenix eyes were cold, like a sharp blade shooting on Mo Hao's face.

As soon as Mo Haofu met his gaze, his whole body seemed to be splashed with a basin of ice water, and his limbs were cold and stiff.

Qi Yuming pushed the wheelchair.

Mo Hao reacted slowly and moved sideways half a beat.

Qi Yuming entered the house, his eyes swept in the room, and fell on Yuan Jia who was standing by the window.

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