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Ye Hao walked out on his own, with a thick gauze around his neck, a medicinal paste on his forehead and a lifting fluid hanging on his hand, like a wounded soldier.

At the sights of He Xiyan waiting for him in the ward, he felt a sudden burst of delight, but he pretended to be a little angry.

He had deliberately asked the nurse to call her in case that she might be worried or even worse, come out to look for him. She was still in the early stage of pregnancy, so she could not stand any instability at all.

He Xiyan had a sudden sour nose and reached out to hold Ye Hao, her tearful face touching against his chest. Soon his clothes was stained with her tears and runny nose.

Ye Hao patted her on the back gently and smiled. Seeing her so nervous and worried about him, he felt sweet as eating some candied fruit. Even such a small injury did worth it.

He took out from his pocket a palm-sized notebook and a pen. He had several stitches on his neck, so he couldnt speak these days, in case the wound might be torn.

I told you not to worry about it. Why did you come here anyway?

He wrote a few seemingly angry words.

He Xiyan only glanced at it, only to find that he could not even speak now.

What was the matter? Dumb?

Whats wrong with you? Cant talk? He Xiyan grabbed Ye Hao by his sleeve, looking at him with great tension. Her heart that had just calmed down tensed again.

Ye Hao shook his head.

No, it had been stitched just now. The doctor said that I could not speak for three days.

Whats the matter? Why did you fight in a restaurant?

What had happened nearly drove He Xiyan mad. She could not figure out why he fought with others and who dared to fight with him and even cut his neck. Didnt the man want to live?

Ye Hao wrote, A little thing, I just met a mad guy in the restaurant!

Who was that? Why did he fight with you? He Xiyan opened her eyes wide and round, her hands firmly clenched, trying to hold back her anger.

Ye Haos face turned black. A trace of elusive complexity flashed quickly through his eyes.

His face dimmed. It took him a while to write.

He is one of my rivals in business, who you dont know. He was robbed of business by me, thus he got mad and hurt people wildly. Ye Hao scrawled a line of words carelessly.

He frowned when finishing writing.

He would rather not tell Yanyan that he indeed had a fight with Mo Yixuan.

That was it. He, however, lost it.

For a man, there was nothing more humiliating than losing a fight. So how could he say that?

Mo Yixuan was only punched and kicked by him for a few times, not seriously injured. Nevertheless, he was hit by Mo on the head with a bowl and got his neck cut. During fight, he just took it as a normal fight, thus gave in a little. He did not intend to hurt the man at all.

After all, he did not need to hurt him to let Yanyan feel sorry for him.

Mo Yixuan, on the contrary, was so furious that his eyes were full of desperate intention to kill him. He threw whatever he got at hand at him, really aiming at killing him. If there were a knife in the private room, he thought, Mo would kill him with it as well.

He made a mistake. He had presumed that the man would stay calm in face of provocation.

It was good as well. He bet that after hearing those words, he would not come to disturb their life any more.

He Xiyan didnt ask any more questions since she saw him not in the mood to talk about it. She remained angry, however, believing that the man was indeed mad.

Did you call the police? Let the police catch him and lock him up. The crime of intentional injury would send one to prison.