Chapter 462: That’s Not Your Father

He lay on the car window and kept looking outside the car, still looking for He Xiyan and his mother.

Li Qin hugged her grandson distressedly. She took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped away the tears on her grandson's face and the snot left behind.

"Yuanyuan is good, stop crying. Grandma will take you home now."

While coaxing the child, Li Qin motioned to Wu Xiaomin to bring over all the food she had brought for the child. This little guy looks hungry at first glance.

Yuan Yuan pursed his lips, shook his hands vigorously, and threw the things Li Qin handed him on the car seat. His eyes were always staring outside the car window, looking at the people walking outside.

"dad……"

Suddenly, Yuan Yuan shouted hoarsely. The little hands patted the car window hard.

Li Qin paused and turned his head suddenly. When he looked, he found a tall man getting out of the car in front of him. It was Ye Hao.

"Dad..." Yuan Yuan shouted hoarsely, slapping the car window hard with his little hands, but because he cried for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and it was impossible for Ye Hao, who was 10 meters away, to hear him.

Li Qin squinted her eyes slightly, her face turned pale and ugly, but she immediately put Yuan Yuan into her arms and held her tightly.

"Yuanyuan, that's not your father." Li Qin said firmly.

Yuan Yuan stretched out her hand and slapped Li Qin on the face.

"Dad..." He shouted again and turned to look out the car window again.

Li Qin turned away irritably. She looked at the driver in front of her and ordered sternly: "What are you waiting for? Drive to the airport!"

The driver turned around in surprise and asked, "Aren't you waiting for Mr. Mo?"

Li Qin, "What a waste of waiting. He is a living person. How can he be lost? Let him come back on his own."

Li Qin just wants to take her grandson back to Night City and home as soon as possible. She didn't want to stay in this place for a second longer.

The driver nodded, started the car and drove away.

In the room, He Xiyan no longer cried. She just sat on the cold floor, staring blankly at the wall in front of her with a pair of red and swollen eyes. It was as if her soul had been sucked out of her, with no expression and no words. No movement, just sitting there motionless, looking like a vegetative person.

Mo Yixuan poured a glass of warm water over and handed it to her mouth. He then took off his suit jacket and put it on her body. He patted her back gently and said, "Yan Yan, please say something." Okay?"

She looked at him in silence like this and felt anxious, and she didn't know what she was thinking about at the moment.

He Xiyan didn't even open her mouth, she didn't speak, and she didn't react at all.

And she didn't feel thirsty or hungry.

Mo Yixuan put down the cup in his hand. He sighed and squatted down again. His eyes were full of remorse and guilt. After a pause, he stretched out his hand and held her gently. At this time Only then did he realize that her hands were like ice cubes, without any warmth.

"Yanyan, get up first, let's go to the hospital."

Mo Yixuan's chest suddenly felt painful. He stretched out his other hand and pulled her hand hard, trying to pull her up.

However, the moment he stretched out his hand, a loud roar came from the door:

"Mo Yixuan, what are you doing?"