Su Nanqiu couldn't help but walked in with a stern expression: "Yanxi, what are you doing? Who put the urn on the bedside table?"
Huo Yanxi turned to look at her and said in a casual tone: "No one rules that it can't be placed on the bedside table."
"You...won't you be so scared when you sleep at night?" Su Nanqiu really couldn't understand what he was doing.
Huo Yanxi frowned slightly: "Why should I be afraid? She is Ye Ruge."
Su Nanqiu sneered: "Just because she is Ye Ruge! To her, you are the person who indirectly killed her. Will she let you go if she becomes a ghost?"
Huo Yanxi's expression finally cooled down: "I didn't harm her!"
"If you hadn't sent her to a mountain villa so far away, she wouldn't have been unable to go to the hospital in time after being stimulated by Yao Man, let alone walk such a long mountain road to get to the hospital..."
"That's enough, you can shut up." Huo Yanxi's eyes flashed with panic.
Su Nanqiu still wanted to say: "Have you considered your son when you put her here?"
Huo Yanxi narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong? Doesn't he dare to see his biological mother?"
"He doesn't believe that his mommy is dead, and you'd better not say such things to him to irritate him."
Huo Yanxi snorted coldly: "It's exciting if it's exciting. He can't be mute anymore. He should speak!"
"Are you... going to make me mad to death?" Su Nanqiu said with a straight face, "You'd better put this jar somewhere else!" She put down her words and turned around to go out.
Huo Yanxi didn't seem to hear, his eyes were fixed on the jar...
In the following days, Huo Yanxi would greet Guan Gu every day when she got up, say a few words to Guan Gu before going to bed, and would also talk to Guan Gu when commuting to work. It was as if... Ye Ruge was still alive and still his Mrs. Huo.
Su Nanqiu would occasionally see him talking to the jar when she passed by his room. She had to worry. If this continued, would he get sick?
In her opinion, his situation was abnormal.
Some things really cannot be tolerated!
On this day, when Huo Yanxi came back from get off work, he first went back to his room to say hello to Can.
It's just...the jar he put on the bedside table is missing!
His pupils suddenly condensed, and he immediately called the housekeeper over: "Who touched my jar?"
The butler knew how important the jar was to him, and no one in the family dared to touch it: "Master, no one touches your jar."
"No? Then why is it missing?" Huo Yanxi's look could kill people.
"This... I don't know, but I promise, we won't dare to touch him." The butler almost swore poison.
Huo Yanxi suppressed his anger. The servants really didn't have the courage. They only had...his son, that boy Huo Tingshen!
He strode towards the boy's room.
The boy was playing with something in the room. He went straight over and said with a cold and angry look on his face: "You touched the jar in my room?"
The little guy looked up at the angry man and shook his head expressionlessly to show that it was none of his business.
Huo Yanxi didn't believe him: "Hand over the jar!"
The little guy had lowered his head and continued playing with his things, ignoring him.
Huo Yanxi came to him in a few steps and pushed him down on the sofa: "Tell me, where did you hide the jar? You'd better hand it over now to avoid suffering!"
Seeing the father and son starting to make trouble again, the housekeeper quickly ran out to the back garden to call for reinforcements.
The little guy who was wronged was also a little angry, and his face was sullen and silent.
Huo Yanxi got angry when she saw him like this, and suddenly took out her belt: "I'll give you one last chance, where is the jar?"