She lowered her head and simply refused to look at the cold-blooded father and son.

But when her eyes fell on her knees, she noticed Mo Fengya's hand from the corner of her eyes.

His hands under his black sleeves clenched into his fists, so tightly that even drops of blood dripped from his fingers.

Ye Chuqing looked at his hand in surprise, her heart was shocked.

She thought he was really indifferent, but it turned out that he just pretended not to care, pretending to be completely unharmed in front of this cold-blooded and ruthless father.[

She suddenly understood why he did this.

Because his self-esteem did not allow him to be hurt and abandoned by his father, he still showed sadness, and he did not allow others to see his pain.

His father was not allowed to take the opportunity to laugh at him even more viciously.

But he is in great pain now, so he feels so painful that he pinched his palms and doesn't know how painful it is.

So he used his frozen indifference to pretend that he was strong and would not be hurt.

Is this man an idiot? He even has to hide the pain alone, not let anyone know or be comforted.

Ye Chuqing looked up at Mo Fengya's indifferent face again, and her heart suddenly felt a sharp pain. His suppressed pain seemed to have infected her heart.

It made her feel very depressed and uncomfortable, and her eyes were red.

Mo Fengya suddenly sneered and looked at the old man calmly:

"Yes, I escaped. Do you think I will really believe you? I am not a child of a few years old. You have never cared about me and my mother. How could you know about us? You just investigated it.

I heard it from others, and then recite it, thinking that I would secretly believe that you were secretly caring about us for many years, and then you used my simple wish as a child to lure me into the woods and let Catherine ambush and kill me."

Mr. Mayfair stared at him in horror, and his tone shivered: "You didn't believe it from beginning to end. You just acted on purpose and pretended to believe me? You are a sinister miscellaneous person."

A little blood dripped from Mo Fengya's tight hand, and the expression on his face became more mocking and indifferent.

"Yes, if you want to act, I will play with you. Dad, you are so stupid. You actually think that giving me a little love for a father can make me trust you. I no longer believe it before my mother died.
Chapter completed!