Ye Miao looked at Ye Nianmo. "Please take care of her and don't let her be bullied."

"You think I can't protect her." Ye Nianmo rose and tidied his cuffs.

Ye Miao shook his head. "No, but I only care about her, so I can concentrate on her, and you care about too many people, so it will inevitably hurt her."

Ye Nian's eyes glimmered with pain, and he took a deep look at his unrelated child, which opened the door and chased him out.

On the rooftop, Ding Yiyi let the wind blow her hair, her eyes were blurred, her shoulders were gently hugged in the north, and she...