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"Yeah, number 32."

Moyou unfolded the note and read out the numbers on it in a raised voice.

No. 57 had just withdrawn from Lianmai, and soon another person picked up, he was No. 32.

"Can you let me take a closer look at He Tao?" he asked.

"No problem!" Mo You made an OK gesture to the phone and pulled He Tao out from behind the crowd.

Although his parents looked bad and were talking about letting my son go, no one really stopped him.

Moyou kicked him on the crook of the leg, forcing him to be level with the phone, and then pulled his hair to reveal his entire face.

To be honest, just by looking at He Tao's appearance, you can't tell that he is someone who would do such a thing.

Although his appearance is not very outstanding, he always gives people a gentle and cool feeling, and his bookish air can easily attract others.

But who knows that he is gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside.

"Tsk, his right hand is broken." No. 32 said, obviously speaking with regret, but everyone present could hear his smile.

"It's hard, He Tao." He smiled, "Back then, just because my grades were higher than yours, and your mother praised me, you wanted to destroy me, and now you are a useless person too."

This sentence made Tao Zhiyin react. Her face changed drastically and she shouted out, "You are..."

"Snapped!"

The name that was about to blurt out was slapped back by Mo You. She gently placed a finger on the woman's mouth, "Shh, no private information is allowed to be revealed."

Having been a teacher for more than ten years, Tao Zhiyin has always been respected by others outside her home, and she rarely loses face like this.

She raised her head in disbelief and met Mo You's cold eyes.

She wanted to speak, but the taste of blood in her mouth made her shut up.

"Why?" After a long silence, she asked.

Maybe they were asking why Mo You hit her, maybe they were asking why No. 32 participated in this live broadcast, maybe they were asking why He Tao targeted her students.

But no matter who she asked, no one answered her.

He Tao calmly looked at the phone screen, which also showed his face.

He asked, "Do you think she, they love me?"

"Someone always tells me that there are no parents in the world who don't love their children." He stared straight at the screen, like a child seeking knowledge.

"But do they really love me? I can't feel it."

"I can be a tool for them to show off, a pet to amuse in their spare time, and a punching bag for both parties in the quarrel, but is this normal?"

In the latter sentence, he stopped asking No. 32 behind the screen and turned to look at Mo You.

And the latter also gave him the answer, "No."

He Tao smiled bitterly and said nothing. Instead, He Tianhua's stern voice sounded.

"He Tao, have you ever read into a dog's belly? How about your upbringing? Is this how you evaluate your parents in front of others?"

"We are quite busy, but we don't miss out on your food and drink, and we respect your wishes in our daily decisions. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

He Tao turned around and saw that his nominal parents looked hurt. They didn't understand how their children could treat him that way.

Seeing what they were thinking, He Tao answered their questions, "What you did was more out of unescapable responsibilities than love."

He Tianhua couldn't understand, but Tao Zhiyin did look away.

"Zuo Liang ate indiscriminately and ended up in the hospital. His mother would blame him and work hard for him at the same time." He Tao suddenly said.

Zuo Yan raised his head in confusion, wondering why the topic suddenly turned to her.

"Do you remember the time I got food poisoning when I was a child?" He Tao's eyes were filled with unspeakable pain, "You haven't even come to see me."

"Is it because of this?" He Tianhua didn't understand why such a small thing was worth remembering. Besides, he had a reason.

"Yes, just because of this." He Tao replied.

After listening to what they said for so long, No. 32 finally spoke, "No matter what your experience, it cannot be a reason for you to hurt me. I will not forgive you."

"I know." He Tao looked back at the screen, "That is something that cannot be forgiven."

He was so calm that No. 32 even felt as if he had punched cotton. He said to Mo You, "Break his hand so that he can't move a hand."

He Tao trembled violently, and fear appeared on his expressionless face, but he still said nothing.

Until Moyou stood in front of him with a knife and hammer.

A desperate feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart, and he could not imagine how he would live after losing his hands.

He has dignity. Although he longs for the love of his parents, he has never gone out of his way to please others, so he cannot imagine that in the future he will become a defective product with useless hands and needing care.

"Are you going to bear it for him?" Moyou asked as usual.

He Tao didn't turn around. In fact, he already knew the answer. Tao Zhiyin didn't agree or explain anything. He Tianhua kept chattering like an explanation.

"It's not that I won't help you, it's just that I'm a teacher, and my hands have to grade homework and write on the blackboard. Moreover, what you just said also hurt Dad..."

He said a lot, but none of them was meant to replace He Tao.

Since no one is helping him, he has to suffer by himself.

Mo You didn't restrain his hand like Li did. When the first blow came down, He Tao subconsciously dodged it.

Staring at the sunken piece on the table and He Tao's intact hand, Mo You turned his back and silently took out a nail.

She pressed the nail against the back of He Tao's hand, and through the contact between the two skins, she could feel that the boy was far less calm than he appeared.

He was shaking, he was scared.

But it didn't matter, she still hit it with a hammer, and the long nail firmly nailed He Tao's hand to the wooden table.

He Tao held it in until his face turned pale and red, and then he didn't scream.

He adjusted his breathing and diverted his attention to talk to Mo You, who was crushing his fingers.

"You really taught Cang Shu well. She is gentle and tolerant, brave and resolute. She doesn't look like a child abandoned by her parents at all."

After He Tao said this, he clearly felt that Mo You's hitting action became heavier.

If he was just knocking his bones before, the next time he was trying to smash him to pieces.

Moyou raised his head, without a trace of smile on his face.

However, He Tao endured the severe pain and gave a forced smile, "This is too jealous, isn't it? She was thrown away like trash, how could anyone pick her up like a pearl? Are you raising the treasure?"

The old lady is obviously so poor and weak, but her love is unreserved.

When he received a missing person notice from the old man on his way home, his jealousy grew and spread like boundless weeds.