Ye Xunhuan fell into silence.
He grew up without a father and had no idea who his father was. Even when he asked his mother, Qin Fenghuang, she just smiled without a word and never told him anything.
Although Ye Xunhuan now knew, what was the point?
The Devil Lord was gone. The fatherly love missing from his childhood could never be compensated; it would forever remain a massive flaw.
If he died, would his own child become just like him?
For a moment, Ye Xunhuan's heart was filled with unprecedented bitterness and helplessness.
Seeing Ye Xunhuan silent, Wu Mei spoke again, "Let's calm down; neither of us should be impulsive. Let's have a good conversation, okay?"
Ye Xunhuan slowly exhaled a breath, then took out a cigarette again and lit it, taking a deep drag as he said, "Go on."
"You want me to leave here with you, right?"
"Yes!"
