His face turned red in an instant, and he became extremely ugly.

Ye Hao guessed that Li Qin would have this attitude, this old woman has always been like this.

"I'm looking for Mo Yixuan, someone else?"

"He's not here!"

Li Qin snorted coldly, and her frowning brows could see the disgust.

"Let's go, you're not welcome here." She shook her hand, and then the cane slammed into the ground.

She fell some time ago, her condition worsened, and now her legs and feet are inconvenient, she is a little unsteady when she walks, and she has no strength to quarrel.

Ye Hao didn't move half a step.

"I came to him about him about him building a grave for my ex-wife. In this case, please give him a call and get him back as soon as possible. ”

Ye Hao tried to be as polite as possible, and his face was pleasant, but he didn't want to quarrel. Where does he still have the heart to quarrel now.

When Li Qin heard him say the word "tomb repair", there seemed to be some complicated emotions flashing in her eyes, but soon she stretched her face again, and her tone was very unkind:

"The tomb has been repaired, Ye Hao, please remember that He Xiyan disappeared and was killed after divorcing you, and it has nothing to do with our Mo family, and we repaired the tomb for her for the sake of fate."

Li Qin said with a displeased face, and she was also trying her best to clear something. The former daughter-in-law has been away from the Mo family for more than two years, and she believes that even if she commits suicide, she will not have anything to do with the Mo family.

Ye Hao didn't know why Li Qin said this, he only felt a pain in his chest. He didn't refute anything, just turned his back and looked at the heavy rain outside, and the lightning and thunder that flashed from time to time.

His mood was so bad weather.

The door of the Mo family opened again, and a black Rolls-Royce drove in.

After a while, a man came out of the garage.

A man with the same solemn complexion, with no smile in sight.

Mo Yixuan lost a lot of weight, and the clothes he was wearing seemed to be at least one size bigger. He pursed his lips, and the thick dark circles around his eyes could tell that he hadn't rested well recently, and he was very haggard.

He saw Ye Hao standing at the door, and after walking over, he made a gesture of please.

And Ye Hao followed him to the living room on the first floor.

The TV in the living room is turned on, and a recently hit urban light comedy is still on the table, which Li Qin was watching just now.

Mo Yixuan picked up the remote control and turned off the TV directly.

Then he pointed to the sofa next to him and motioned for Ye Hao to sit down.

The two men glanced at each other, still hating each other, but this hatred and hatred were diluted in the face of great sadness.

Because even if they kill each other, they can't change the fact that their loved ones are missing, and it is very likely that they will be killed.

"What did you catch? Why did you build a tomb if you didn't find the bones? Ye Hao got straight to the point. There was a hint of hoarseness and eagerness in his voice.

On the one hand, he wants to get news from the police, but on the other hand, he is afraid, afraid to hear the news he least wants to hear, afraid that one day the police will ask him to go for an autopsy.

Mo Yixuan sat on the sofa like a sculpture, not far away his son Yuanyuan was sitting on the ground playing with toys, he looked at his son, his only child with He Xiyan, and his eyes were extremely cold sadness and pain.

"She's dead." He spoke suddenly, heavily, as if his voice was barely coming out of his throat.