Xia Hao said nothing, but his eyes towards Xia Guotian were still filled with intense hatred. For more than twenty years, he had always been an honest and good-natured person, taught by his parents to be forgiving and kind. This was the first time he had felt such strong hatred for someone, and ironically, it turned out to be his own uncle!
"Little Fatty, please listen to Xiao Qing, okay? We must trust her." Ruan Xue, who had been silent this whole time, stepped forward and gently held Xia Hao's arm.
Xia Hao looked up at Ruan Xue's worried face, glanced at the composed An Yiqing, and the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed as he lowered his head once more. For some reason, a strong sense of defeat arose in Xia Hao's heart, feeling like he was utterly useless, unable even to ensure his parents' safety.
Returning to the chair, Xia Hao bent over and buried his head deeply in his hands, weeping silently.
