"cousin, sorry."

Yi Qingchen was about to enter the door, and suddenly the chairman behind him came up with such a sentence.

He turned and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you."

Looking at his back, Xi Yijun's heart is full of mixed flavors.

In the quiet bedroom, only women breathe lightly.

Yi Qingchen sat down silently beside the bed and looked at the clean sleeping face in front of him.

So close, so quiet, it's only about ten hours, but it seems that he has gone through life and death changes. God knows how his heart suffered before he saw her safe and sound in this second.

Xu felt...