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nTranslator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

n“So tell me, how did she fall down?”

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n“…” The man paused and knocked the tabletop lightly, recalling the ink all over her dirty dress as coldness flashed across his eyes, “And her clothes and the red mark on her forehead.”

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nHe suppressed the fury in his tone and gazed at Huo Chenyu with a half-smile, “You better give me an explanation.”

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nHuo Yao never felt so bad for a child before.

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nIn his eyes, he valued natural selection and survival of the fittest.

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nIf she got bullied, it only meant that she was too weak.

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nHuo Chenyu slowly clenched his fist as he recalled the dirty ink on the little girl’s dress and the scratch on her forehead, snapping back when he felt the piercing pain in his palm.

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nThe young boy’s lips curved up slightly as if he recalled the scene of Ye Sang getting bullied, coldness filled his eyes, and replied calmly, “She must’ve gotten them from conflicts with children at kindergarten.”

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nAs to how she fell down…..

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nHuo Chenyu couldn’t figure out what the man was thinking at the moment as he straightened his back slightly, recounting what had happened in an exceptionally calm manner.

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n…

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nWhen Huo Yao heard that the little girl fell down hard because she was defending her brother, Huo Yao was lost in a trance for a few seconds.

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nHe tapped the tabletop with his fingertips and repeated what Huo Chenyu said as he dragged on his sinister voice, “The Zhao family?”

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nThe man smiled coldly, iciness filled his monotone.

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nHuo Chenyu knew that the man had frequent mood swings. He decided to shut his mouth and observe Huo Yao’s expressions silently.

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nHe knew of Huo Yao’s mercilessness more than anyone else.

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nHuo Chenyu wasn’t sure if he valued profits more than a child and if he would be angry at Ye Sang for ruining the collaboration with the Zhao family.

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n“You broke the Zhao family’s son’s hands?”

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nEventually, Huo Yao’s gloomy expression darkened more and he looked down, unable to observe any feelings from his tone of voice.

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nHowever, Huo Chenyu obviously felt Huo Yao’s expectancy.

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nThe study was so silent that they could hear a needle dropping on the ground; the father and son confronted each other.

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nThe boy replied indifferently, “Yes.”

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nHuo Chenyu’s personality was more or less the same as Huo Yao’s personality.

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nThey were both naturally cold and heartless, and they both would do anything to achieve their goal.

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nHuo Yao knew that this child was an ingrate, so he raised an eyebrow at his action of defending Ye Sang and thought of conspiracies.

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n“Why did you help her?”

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n“Or, what do you want from that little thing?”

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nIt wasn’t his fault for being so suspicious, but it was indeed because Huo Chenyu did something different from what he would normally do.

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nThe man’s cold voice made him sound like he was smiling, but he wasn’t, “You aren’t an impulsive person.”

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nHuo Chenyu pressed his lips together in silence.

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nIt was true.

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nIf it was before, he would at most do something behind Zhao Qian’s back and use some idiot to do the things for him.

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nNot do it himself and stir up more problems.

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nHuo Yao snorted and his phone rang before he could ask more.

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nHe glanced at his phone.

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nThe Zhao family.

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nHuo Chenyu’s heart clenched and subconsciously looked up to see Huo Yao’s reaction.

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nThe man looked indifferent and picked up the call.

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n“Mr. Huo,” The person on the other side went straight to the topic, “I heard that my Qianqian had some conflicts with your two children?”

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