Chapter 861: You Are Not Qualified

But he knew this was impossible.

Chen Jiahang still had that faint smile, which was also a sarcastic smile.

"That's enough!" Mo Yixuan glared, "Stop laughing! Silly B!" He never wanted to see him smile like this again.

What right did he have to laugh at himself? A fool, a slacker, a pauper who relies on women to make money.

Chen Jiahang retracted his cold ridicule and said, "Mo Yixuan...". His voice was cold, even colder than Mo Yixuan's. He frowned and said: "Your ex-wife He Xiyan divorced you on December 26, 2019. After that, you married your mistress Xia Yuwei and gave birth to a child. But ironically, that child was not you. Your biological son, and you are still raising him. As for your son Yuan Yuan, you took him away from Yan Yan through means. I think Yan Yan will commit suicide and be sold to our village by human traffickers. You are the chief culprit. The culprit. Isn’t it ridiculous for you to say this?”

Chen Jiahang said in a hoarse voice. After speaking, he saw Mo Yixuan, who was so domineering just now, suddenly turn pale.

Mo Yixuan's eyes suddenly opened wide, his chest heaved violently, and he tried his best to suppress the emotions that he didn't want to show.

Under the light, his face looked extremely ugly, as if he had been suddenly whitewashed.

Ah……

Chen Jiahang smiled again, raised his hand that had not lost the drip, pointed to the door again, and said: "Mo Yixuan, if I were you, I would not appear in a place like this, let alone I will continue to pester my ex-wife who has started a new life because she is not qualified.

"You are not qualified." Mo Yixuan, who was speechless, became as angry as a child.

Who is he angry at, the man in front of him, no, he is angry at himself. Because what Chen Jiahang said is true.

"Chen Jiahang..." Mo Yixuan raised his chin, a trace of irritation flashed in his eyes, "Don't think that just because Yanyan is good to you now, you can always take advantage of her. You are lazy and incompetent, so you can Let Yan Yan make money to support you. Are you still a man? Look at how tired and tired she is now. What qualifications do you have?"

Chen Jiahang turned his head and looked at He Xiyan, who was still sleeping soundly on the escort bed not far away. The daughter-in-law he bought for 50,000 yuan, the woman he had lived with for three years. He pursed his lips slightly. There was a flash of indescribable pain and pain in his eyes.

Isn't he qualified? He thought for a moment.

Maybe!

But the man in front of him was even less qualified.

"Let's go." Chen Jiahang was a little tired and impatient. He had to admit that talking to this Mo Yixuan was very tiring.

Mo Yixuan had no intention of leaving.

He continued: "Chen Jiahang, since you know Yan Yan's life experience, you should understand what kind of life she lived before. She drove a luxury car and lived in a villa, and she was never short of money. You let She lives with you in that crumbling adobe house, and you make her go out early and come home late every day to work hard to make money. How selfish and incompetent you are to make a woman suffer like this, why should you marry a wife? You should be eliminated from society."

Mo Yixuan frowned, he felt very uncomfortable, blurting out such sarcastic words. However, even if what he said was true, he knew very well that although his ex-wife was working hard now, she was much happier than when she was by his side.