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o give each other happiness. But what was the result Were they happy This marriage had been a painful journey for both of them. Could it be considered happyNo one can guarantee anything to anyone.Espe...The German doctor arrived quickly and, seeing Bai Liu's injuries, reprimanded them for being so careless in caring for the patient. Besides the gunshot wounds, he had sustained such severe physical trauma. While the gunshot and internal injuries hadn't taken Bai Liu's life, these punches were almost fatal. Mo Xiaobai was unharmed; his fists were hard, breaking two ribs on Bai Liu's chest and causing severe concussion. It was clear that this attack was meant to kill.

Mo Yao remained silent, while Yun felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach. The German doctor muttered to himself, creating an eerie atmosphere. As he administered an IV drip to Mo Yao, the doctor asked, "Where's your idiotic brother"

"He intentionally hurt someone and ran away." Mo Yao said calmly, the German doctor turned his head and pointed at Bai Liu, "He did it"

What do you think

The German doctor patted his head, "I should have thought of it earlier, he really went all out."

Mo Yao didn't respond. Yun was a bit uneasy about this situation. She went out to call the pilot and asked, "Did the Third Young Master give you a call"

"No, is he leaving" the pilot asked in confusion.

Yun shook his head, "It's okay."

She hung up the phone and paced anxiously, alone. Mo Xiaobai hadn't suffered such a great injustice since he was young. Although he had experienced all sorts of setbacks, this kind of grievance was different. The frustration and grievance caused by training were completely different from what Mo Yao gave him.

When he left, the look of hatred in his eyes was truly intense.

He's driving so fast, I hope nothing happens.

Why is it always so much trouble

Yun Dadi called Bai Xia, but the phone rang twice before being hung up. When Yun tried calling again, the line was dead. Yun rolled their eyes and said, “You don’t even have to hang up on me! I'm your close confidant!”

Yún murmured to herself, a nameless unease gnawing at her.

What happened here, if it were in the past, would have been broadcast to everyone long ago. Yun this time dared not act recklessly, not a word was uttered. To say that Mo Yao beat Xiaobai, no one would believe it if it got out.

"Sit down, you're making me dizzy." Mo Yao said coldly. Yun raised his head and found that he had been standing on the top floor, not knowing how long he had been there. Yun felt that he seemed to need an explanation, so he said, "Boss, I just called Xiaobai, it rang twice and then went dead."

The witness is fine, he doesn't need to worry.

Mo Yao turned and entered the room, Yun Tutou sticking her tongue out and following behind.

Mo Yao returned to his room, hands buried in his thick hair, filled with regret. Since he hit Xiaobai, he hadn't forgiven himself. How could he have been so impulsive He had slapped the proud boy, shattering all of his hopes.

He felt a pang of sympathy. Mo Xiaobai was biting his lower lip, tears welling up in his eyes, but he remained stubbornly resolute. This was the first time he had seen such an expression; the hatred in those eyes was also something he had never witnessed before. It sent a shiver down his spine, a piercing pain deep within his bones.

Hate

I never thought Xiaobai would hate him.

"Sorry..." Mo Yao said, the words seemed to be spoken to the air. If Xiaobai was in front of him, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to say it. Now, repeating "sorry" over and over again, he could only say it to the air.

The phone rang, he hurriedly picked it up and saw that it was a letter mailed by Mo Chen. Mo Yao didn't even look at it and threw it aside. He tried calling Xiaobai's phone, but it was turned off. He dialed another number, the phone rang but no one answered. Mo Yao was not discouraged and dialed again, but this phone was also turned off.

He wouldn't even listen to his apology.

Mo Yao hated that she almost wanted to chop off her own damn hand.

"Did the jealousy and rivalry cause this" said the German doctor to Yun.

Yun said angrily, "You talk so much nonsense. He won't die."

"Death is not death, but almost. That kid's hand was pretty dark."

"Alright, you've said it several times now."

By the time all his wounds were finally treated, it was almost evening. Mo Yao looked at the remaining sunset and frowned at Yun, "Go check where Xiaobai is."

He was restless all day, and just as Yun was about to leave, he heard the sound of a car and doorbell. A smile appeared on her face. She knew that even if Xiao Bai was angry with Mo Yao, she wouldn't stay mad for long, and would come back automatically so quickly.

Although she also thought that slap was too hard.

As soon as the door opened, it was Berlin police. Yun carefully examined the entire room and looked up at the second floor. Mo Yao came down the stairs. Seeing that they were all Chinese, the police, fearing they didn't understand German, explained in simple English. Today at noon, there was a series of car accidents on the road. Two people were drunk driving, one person was speeding, and three vehicles caused a tragic accident, injuring sixteen people seriously, dozens of others lightly, and killing four people.

There was an unidentified body. The police checked the vehicle registration and found three cars registered under Mo Yao's name, with the address here as well, making it easy to find him.

Yun was completely stunned.

Drunk driving, speeding, a chain of car accidents, and a body no one claims

Whose body has gone unclaimed

Her throat felt as if it were being choked. Mo Xiaobai rarely lost control of his emotions, but when he did, he absolutely couldn't be allowed to drive. There was an incident like this in Rome before, where he was speeding and got fined for a whole year. He simply didn't care about speed limits; he would always push the car to its limits, relying on his good driving skills. He rarely had accidents, at most just speeding tickets.

But if someone is drunk driving at the same time, the situation gets serious.

"Big brother…"

Mo Yao's face was even paler than hers. She noticed that his right hand had been clenched into a fist ever since he punched Xiaobai, and hadn't opened up at all. Being so close to him, she only felt a slight tremor and fear...

"No one has claimed the body. About how old was it Male or female How tall Was he Chinese or from Berlin" Mo Yao's voice was calmer than Yun expected, just a little hurried.

Berlin police said the body was a Chinese male, with a fractured skull and severe facial damage. The injuries were so severe that his face was unrecognizable, and he was about 187 centimeters tall. As soon as these words were spoken, Mo Yao's face turned pale with fright.

Mostly conforms to the information about Mo Xiaobai.

Two policemen asked Mo Yao who drove out, Mo Yao stood at the door, holding back a word, Yun hurriedly answered, "It's my youngest master."

"Come back with us to identify the body." the police said.

Mo Yuan calmly nodded. As they got into the car, Yun was also going with them. He let Yun stay behind to take care of Bai Liu and the German doctor. There didn't need to be so many people for the body identification; he could do it alone.Which floor" the Duke asked coldly. He had already ordered that the surveillance room be monitored, and any unusual activity must be reported to him. As soon as he heard something was wrong with the s...