Chapter 704: Why Build a Tomb?

His face instantly turned red and became extremely ugly.

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

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

"He's not in now!"

Li Qin snorted coldly, his disgust evident in his frown.

"Go away, you are not welcome here." She waved her hand, and then placed the crutch in her hand firmly on the ground.

She fell down some time ago, and her condition has worsened. Now her legs and feet are inconvenient, she can't walk unsteadily, and she doesn't have the strength to argue.

Ye Hao didn't move even half a step.

"I'm looking for him about repairing my ex-wife's tomb. So, please give me a call and ask him to come back as soon as possible."

Ye Hao tried to be polite and pleasant, but he didn't want to quarrel. How can he think about quarreling now?

When Li Qin heard him say the word "repair the tomb", some complicated emotions seemed to flash in her eyes, but soon her face became long 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. It has nothing to do with our Mo family. We repaired her tomb just for Yuan Yuan's sake."

Li Qin said with an unhappy expression, trying her best to clarify something. The former daughter-in-law had left the Mo family for more than two years. She believed that even if she committed suicide, she would not have anything to do with the Mo family.

Ye Hao didn't know why Li Qin said that. He just felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't say anything in reply, he just turned his back and looked at the heavy rain falling outside, as well as the flashes of lightning and thunder from time to time.

His mood was as bad as the weather at the moment.

The door of Mo's house opened again, and a black Rolls-Royce drove in.

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

A man with the same solemn expression and no trace of a smile on his face.

Mo Yixuan has lost a lot of weight, and the clothes he wears appear to be at least one size too big. He pursed his lips, and the thick dark circles around his eyes showed that he had not had a good rest recently and was very haggard.

He saw Ye Hao standing at the door. After walking over, he made a gesture of invitation.

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

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

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

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

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

Because even if they kill each other, they can't change the fact that the person they love is missing and most likely killed.

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

These days, it can be said that he was on tenterhooks. On the one hand, he wanted to get news from the police, but on the other hand, he was afraid, afraid of hearing the news he least wanted to hear, and afraid that one day the police would ask him to do an autopsy.

Mo Yixuan was sitting on the sofa like a sculpture. Not far away, his son Yuan Yuan was sitting on the ground playing with toys. He looked at his son, his and He Xiyan's only child, with an extremely cold look in his eyes. Sadness and pain.

"She's dead." He suddenly spoke loudly, as if his voice was forced out of his throat.