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Ning and Cai Xiaojing had guessed it, but they hoped that Wen Nuan and Ye Feimo would have a fight that ended with them being injured by a weapon. They didn't want to believe this was the result.She's...Mo Yuan asked, "Is something the matter"

Mo Xiaobai waved his hand and smiled, "It's not a big deal, just a movie. I took it at first but now I don't want to act in it. It starts filming in a few days, and I've disappeared. The other party said they would sue me. Then there are a few contracts, nothing major."

Mo Yao frowned, "Since you signed the contract, you have to fulfill it. This is irresponsible of you."

Mo Yao most detested irresponsible people, but he knew Mo Xiaobai wasn't one. Sure enough, he heard Mo Xiaobai cry out in grievance, “Big Brother, I’m really wronged! At first, the female lead was set, and now for no reason, it’s been changed to the producer’s girlfriend! They want me to fawn over his woman He must be dreaming! It wasn't like I slept with her, so she got a free ride out of it. There’s no way I’m doing this.”

The key was that he and another female artist had great chemistry and had collaborated many times before, so they were experienced. Suddenly, a newcomer was brought in to join them, and they expected him to carry the performance. Even for his friend, he refused to do it.

What a jerk.

He took the contract with a stipulation, requiring his friend to be the lead actress. Now that the investors have pulled out due to her perceived impropriety and replaced her, this is nothing new to him. He's played this game before, they're just amateurs in front of him. He finds it annoying, so he simply ignores it. He wasn't going to act in it anyway. Now that they've brought someone else back, he won't do it either.

If work isn't going well, that's the simplest solution: just quit. It's that easy.

Mo Yao pursed her lips, lost in thought. Mo Xiaobai had explained it before, thinking he didn't understand and was about to say it again. Mo Yao shook her head and suddenly asked Mo Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, do you remember who you are"

He wasn't looking at Mo Xiaobai. The afternoon sunlight shone faintly on Mo Yao's bloodless face, and his face, in the translucent sunlight, had a startlingly pale look. Mo Xiaobai looked at him, feeling a chill, and didn't understand what Mo Yao meant for a moment.

Do you still remember who you are

How could he not remember who he was, he was... Mo Xiaobai's face suddenly changed, he looked at Mo Yao with some panic, "Brother, are you blaming me"

Mo Yao squinted his eyes. Even though he was seriously injured at the moment, his face was pale, and his spirits were low, the man's gaze was as sharp as an eagle, like an eagle that wanted to devour people in the vast desert, very dangerous and terrifying.

"I'm just confused, where do you see yourself positioned"

"Boss, I know what I'm doing" Mo Xiaobai's explanation was a little weak, even bewildered. Mo Yao had never spoken loudly to him, but this flat tone made him feel scared.

In this world, the only two people who could frighten him were Ye Wei and Mo Yao.

Mo Yao said, "No, you don't know what you're doing You take two or three movies a year, they occupy almost your whole year. You only care about the Mafia when you have free time. This confuses me, who are you exactly Are you a member of the Mo family, or an international superstar I once had an illusion that you were indifferent to the Mafia, it didn't matter to you at all. Your career is in Washington, it's the entertainment industry. Otherwise, how can I explain why you're so dedicated"

"I'm very interested in the Mafia, I just..." Mo Xiaobai didn't know how to explain the feeling of panic he was feeling right now. Mo Yao seemed to be pushing him to the edge, forcing him to admit his negligence, his dereliction of duty, his recklessness, his... irresponsibility.

He couldn't argue a word because the facts spoke for themselves.

Mo Xiaobai felt a surge of discontent in his heart. "You always handle everything so well. With you, Xiao Gege, and Jie, it seems like you don't need me at all. Even if I wasn't in the Mafia, you would still manage these things perfectly. Even if I disappeared, it wouldn't make any difference to you..."

Mo Yao suddenly turned his head, and the sudden movement tore at the wound on his chest, causing a ripping pain. But even this searing agony couldn't compare to the anger burning in his heart. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Mo Xiaobai's face, those eyes like a razor-sharp blade ready to cut you down to your very bones, terrifyingly so. Mo Yao's gaze was not something that ordinary people could withstand, even someone as fearless as Mo Xiaobai felt fear in his heart at this moment. It was rare for Mo Yao to look at him with such intensity.

After anger, comes disappointment.

His eyes were deep and dark, like an bottomless abyss. A cold disappointment surged within them, a bone-chilling pain that struck Mo Xiaobai with immense force. He was almost ready to immediately apologize, to admit he had spoken wrong, that he shouldn't have said such heartless words. But Mo Yao's gaze held him captive, preventing him from uttering a single syllable. All his words were stuck in his throat.

“Get out!” After a long silence, Mo Yao said two words in a low voice. His chest heaved violently, and his temples bulged with veins. Mo Xiaobai almost cried in front of him. He knew he had really angered the boss, but he couldn't utter an apology. Most importantly, Mo Yao's disappointment was like a cross nailed to him, making him unable to move. Mo Xiaobai felt wronged, heartbroken, and caught off guard……

He was most afraid of disappointing his family. His siblings were all so outstanding. He had always been the weakest link since childhood. In terms of intellect, he was no match for Wushuang; in terms of physical prowess, he couldn't compare to Moyao; and in terms of strategic thinking, he paled in comparison to Mochen. Yet, he still persisted in his efforts, striving to improve alongside them, working hard not to hold them back, and determined to become stronger, worthy of being the son of Ye Wei and Mo Jue.

When he was young, his innocent playfulness gradually faded away, replaced by a profound and harsh reality. In the presence of his brilliant older siblings, parents, and uncles and aunts, Mo Xiaobai felt unprecedented pressure.

Everyone around him was too strong, and he had to be strong too. This was his subconscious thought. He was unwilling to admit defeat. From childhood to adulthood, in every test, he was the last one. Although he lagged behind only a little, he always felt that he was missing something. His older siblings walked ahead, and he could only look up and chase after them, never stopping.

Even more so as I grew up...

He didn't know when it started, this idea of self-destruction. So he spent more time on his acting career, not knowing what stupid thing he was trying to prove.

"Brother..."

“Out, leave!” Mo Yao’s voice was colder than ever before, not giving Mo Xiaobai a chance to explain. Under Mo Yao’s icy gaze, Mo Xiaobai helplessly left the room. He could argue with Mo Yao, but he couldn’t express his thoughts. That deep-seated inferiority and dissatisfaction hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

He had also complained, he had also been lost, but no one ever understood him. Gradually, he closed his heart.

Mo Yao was furious, not at Mo Xiaobai but at himself. Initially, when he heard what Mo Xiaobai said, he was extremely angry. If he hadn't been injured, he would have punched him and beaten him up directly. All the care they had given him over the years seemed to be twisted in his eyes, and he didn't know what had caused Mo Xiaobai to have such a terrifying idea.

He never brought it up, the white guy was very optimistic and positive. He would never tell you about unhappy things. In front of people, he was always happy and energetic, a real ray of sunshine.

He had no idea that Xiaobai harbored such a heavy heartache.

How could he have such a stupid idea, thinking that everyone would be fine without him What made him think that way Mo Yao felt a chill run down his spine. In his hazy mind, there was a sense of something new, as if he was entering Mo Xiaobai's heart for the first time. Perhaps this was the first time Mo Xiaobai had spoken his true feelings. If he hadn't asked him like this, maybe he would never have known that Mo Xiaobai had such thoughts.

For so many years, brothers, I have loved him for so many years. He is so careless that he even ignores Xiaobai's pride and self-esteem. He treats himself as an iron man, shouldering the whole team by himself, taking on all the things he can do. He doesn't want Xiaobai's hands to be stained with blood, he doesn't want Xiaobai to bear the burden of killing.

Xiao Bai's heart was the most ruthless among the four of them, yet also the most compassionate. Such complexity always left him and Wu Shuang puzzled. Why could someone be utterly merciless and yet be able to move people to tears

He clearly remembered the first time Xiaobai killed someone. He couldn't sleep all night and ran to the place where the person died, giving him a proper burial and burning his own clothes as a farewell. Every time he killed someone, he would be unhappy for a while. He once killed a couple but raised their six children. He once killed a brother and sister but was filial to their parents. Many, many... He was merciful.

But if the task they were assigned involved killing, Xiaobai wouldn't let even a babe in arms go. He would shoot them dead, with no pain or suffering, sending them straight to the underworld. It didn't matter that the child was just born and knew nothing.

He found it hard to understand such a complex little white lotus. In their world, kindness was an anomaly, and everyone was stained with impurities.

Xiaobai said, he could kill someone, but he wouldn't kill an innocent person, or his heart would be uneasy for a lifetime.

Because of this, Mo Yao stopped him from many things, shouldering them for him and preventing his hands from being stained with other people's blood. This was too cruel for Xiaobai.

He vaguely understood that it was because of his indulgence, thinking he was doing what was best for Xiao Bai, that Xiao Bai had such thoughts. He intended to protect him well, but he didn't expect to cause him so much psychological burden.

This is his fault.

It was his indulgence and leniency that spoiled Bai Xiao, sending him soaring to the heavens. He became carefree, dashing through life like a child at play. He buried his pain and unwillingness deep within himself, enduring the agony of despair, the suspected pain of being ostracized, all while pretending to be their jester.

Now he dared to ask him why he was so heartless, so unrestrained. Wasn't that ridiculouss well-informed; very few people knew about this. How did she find out Regardless of how confused he was, he didn't show it on his face. He smiled faintly and said, "Miss, you have excellent sources....