107 Teacher Xie, I feel very sad.

Huo Yanxi frowned, holding the phone with the same disdain he felt for a bomb.

Mrs. Huo's dissatisfied voice came through the phone, "I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you, not expecting you to be filial. You can't even answer my call, and I have to go through my grandson to find you?"

Huo Yanxi didn't indulge her, "Since you know that, don't call and bother me."

"Huo Yanxi!" Madam Huo roared on the phone, "I at least gave you your life."

“I gave you back my life when you sent me to Xiaojian Mountain. I don’t owe you anything now.”

Huo Yanxi spoke coldly and harshly, but Mrs. Huo did not accept it and became hysterical on the phone.

"You owe me nothing!" Madam Huo roared at him. "Huo Yanxi, you have no heart!"

"Let me tell you, I lost half my life to give birth to you. As long as you are alive and have not lost your last drop of blood, you have to repay my kindness in giving you life. You can forget about getting rid of me."

Huo Yanxi's handsome face was covered with frost. He gripped his phone tightly and spoke in a cold voice.

"You called me in the middle of the night just to reiterate this?"

Mrs. Huo regained some of her composure; she closed her eyes to calm herself down.

"Come back tomorrow. Your engagement with the Chi family is off."

Huo Yanxi has never acknowledged the marriage agreement with the Chi family, but if Xie Yaoyao is indeed the true eldest daughter of the Chi family, he does not want to void the agreement.

"I'm busy."

"Then I'll come to your company. You're not allowed to hide from me, or I'll just pick one of the noble ladies in Hong Kong," Mrs. Huo threatened.

Huo Yanxi's voice was deep, "My engagement with Chi Wanwan is fine, there's no need to cancel it. Instead of worrying about these things, why don't you take Huo Zidu back and raise him yourself? Maybe my good brother can rest in peace from now on."

Huo Yanzhou is Mrs. Huo's Achilles' heel.

Whenever she thought of Huo Yanzhou's untimely death, she hated Huo Yanxi even more. How could such a scourge be remembered for a thousand years? Why was it her beloved son who died?

Mrs. Huo screamed on the phone, "Huo Yanxi, why wasn't it you who died? Why don't you just die?"

Xie Yaoyao had just finished teaching a Chinese lesson to foreign children and happened to come out to get a glass of water when she heard Mrs. Huo's sharp curses echoing on the stairs, lingering for a long time.

Her heart was throbbing with pain.

Even though she knew that Madam Huo disliked Huo Yanxi, she never imagined that Madam Huo would curse her own son like that.

There was no sound from upstairs for a long time. Xie Yaoyao stood by the wall, unable to imagine what Huo Yanxi must be feeling at this moment.

She clenched her fists, still feeling uneasy, and stepped onto the spiral staircase, heading upstairs.

She didn't try to quiet her footsteps; in fact, she deliberately made them louder.

If Huo Yanxi didn't want to see her at that moment, he would avoid her.

But when she turned the corner and saw Huo Yanxi standing in front of the bedroom door like a statue, her heart ached beyond measure.

She thought that letting him return to the Huo family to inherit the family business was for his own good, but little did she know that even his own mother didn't love or care for him in this family.

She suddenly remembered finding him by the roadside years ago; he had almost been beaten to death by that beggar.

If she and her grandmother hadn't happened to be passing by and hadn't taken him in, his life would have ended that snowy night.

Huo Yanxi...

Even if she herself is in pain, she doesn't want him to suffer even a little bit. What kind of life is he living now?

Is Madam Huo cursing and swearing at him today, or has she been doing so all along?

Xie Yaoyao felt a deep pain in her heart.

If she had known he was living such a life, even if they had been poor and worked themselves to death back then, she would never have let him leave.

Huo Yanxi sensed the shadow standing at the top of the stairs. His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly lifted his eyelids to look over.

Xie Yaoyao held her water glass and looked at him.

The corridor was dimly lit, and she couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, but knowing everything about him, how could she not know that he was sad?

She placed the water glass on the nearby cabinet and slowly walked towards him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace by a pair of large hands.

She was stunned for a moment, and was about to recommend him when she heard the man's hot breath and the words "Don't move" in her ear.

Xie Yaoyao's hands froze in mid-air as she felt him bury his face in her neck, and a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

"Teacher Xie, I feel terrible."

Xie Yaoyao clenched her fist, her hand, which had been frozen in mid-air, gently landed on his back and patted him lightly in a comforting manner.

Has she always treated you like this?

How can there be a mother in the world who hates her own child so much?

The thought that if she treated Yu Bao that way, Yu Bao would be heartbroken would break his heart, made it impossible for her to empathize with Madam Huo's cruelty.

Huo Yanxi's lips curled slightly.

His stubbornness has always been kind, and he is also very soft-hearted.

He had just heard a commotion downstairs and recognized the footsteps as belonging to Xie Yaoyao.

He deliberately turned the phone volume up to the maximum, making it echo throughout the entire villa.

Because he knew that if Manman heard it, she would definitely not pretend not to hear it and ignore it.

Once she goes upstairs, she will fall into his trap.

True hunters usually appear as prey, and he was no exception.

He had to use some tricks to make Manman feel sorry for him.

Look!

Wasn't she heartbroken?

"I'm used to it now." Huo Yanxi's voice was low, as if he couldn't understand, "Teacher Xie, why does she hate me so much?"

Xie Yaoyao felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing the word "hate." "President Huo, please don't think like that. What parent in the world doesn't love their child?"

Huo Yanxi's voice grew colder, "They just don't love it."

Xie Yaoyao didn't know how to comfort him for a moment, so she just gently patted his back.

"You're so outstanding, if they don't love you, they don't love you. There will always be someone who loves you."

Huo Yanxi almost blurted out, "Then do you love me?"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. He gave a bleak smile and said, "No, no one loves me."

In a moment of impulse, Xie Yaoyao said, "I love you."

After she finished speaking, she realized what she had said and quickly said, "I meant Jing'ai, Jing'ai..."

She really wanted to slap herself; why couldn't she control herself?

The light in Huo Yanxi's eyes went out again in an instant. He gently pushed Xie Yaoyao away, his expression becoming increasingly desolate.

"Go and rest, I want to be alone."

Xie Yaoyao couldn't bear to see him so dejected, so she grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Huo, if you're not sleepy yet, I'll take you somewhere."

Huo Yanxi asked in confusion, "Where to?"

"You'll find out when you get there."

Xie Yaoyao pulled Huo Yanxi downstairs. Both of them were wearing pajamas, but fortunately they were both black, so it didn't matter if they went out in the middle of the night.

After leaving the villa area, Xie Yaoyao hailed a taxi, helped Huo Yanxi into the car, and gave him an address.

Soon, the taxi arrived at its destination, the busiest night market in Yau Ma Tei.

Xie Yaoyao chose a noodle shop, sat down, ordered two bowls of noodles, and said, "When people are unhappy, it's either because their stomach is empty or their heart is empty. As long as their stomach is full, their heart will be full."