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Just as the two of them were about to leave. As he stared, his shoes fell out of his warm clothes.

”Dong ~ Dong ~” Two loud sounds successfully pulled Ihao back from his thoughts. He lowered his head to look at what had fallen to the ground, but the moment he saw what had fallen, his pretty forehead instantly became covered by two black lines. ”Hua ~”

”Cold and warm …” Ihao stared at the woman in front of him, who did not know what to say. He pulled his hand back in exasperation and bellowed at her. Could it be that this woman couldn't distinguish the priorities of the matter? A pair of slippers, hiding? This caused him to think that it was something important, but in the end …

He fought over slippers with an idiot woman, and he even fought over them for half a day!

If this got out, he would lose all his face!

When he thought about how childish he'd been, he wanted to smack her to death.

When she saw him raise his hand, Warmth thought he was going to hit her. He shrank back against the wall and squatted down, then said in fear, ”Young Master … Sorry, I... I shouldn't wear the wrong slippers, woo woo... Don't hit me! I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't do it on purpose! ”

Seeing the warmth of the reaction, Ihao jumped. Why would he want to hit her? He just wanted to point a finger at her and scold her, but...

However, when he saw the woman standing on the wall, trembling in fear and her tears rolling down her face, he suddenly felt a little confused.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, really wanted to laugh.

Since when did they become like this?

They used to … So good, so good... It was so good that he thought he would be like this for the rest of his life, but now …

Yi Hao looked at the slippers in front of him coldly. Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to leave without saying a word.

When she saw that he had neither hit her nor scolded her, she could not for a moment guess what he was thinking. She could only watch his back as he went upstairs.

In the gloom of the room, Ihao stood alone in front of a large photograph. He looked at the smiling, gentle woman, and his eyes became very deep.

He didn't know how long he had looked at the photo, but he finally asked in a low voice, ”Mom, could it be that I'm wrong to take revenge for you?”

He did not hesitate to spend ten years to deeply root his hatred towards the Leng Clan. He thought that if he made her afraid of him, let her know that the Leng Clan owed him, and successfully turn her into the terrified slave girl beside him, he would be happy, but … Seeing her like this today, why did his heart ache so much?!

The pain was worse than having his heart and lungs torn. Even breathing felt painful.

He looked straight at the photo for a long time, then slumped down the wall until he fell to the floor. But his past memories were like a flood that had opened its gates, crazily rushing towards him …