As the guests gradually approached, Jiang Xiaoyu's tightness relaxed, and his heels were numb and painful because of the long standing time and the incomplete healing of the wound.

"Lemon milk tea, go ice." A gentle male voice said.

Jiang Xiaoyu was a little happy: "Tang Zimo, are you out shopping so late?"

"Well, just after dinner, come out and digest it." Tang Zimo actually came to see her and said a few words to her.

"OK, let me do it." Jiang Xiaoyu and other employees greeted and went back to get the material.

Xu Yiyang couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the man was very familiar, and...