"Oh, I said I had a fight with someone and was fined by the manager." The parking boy said indifferently.

Ding Yiyi is still pretending to bow his head and actually peeking at it with his eyes. He sees a pair of black leather shoes.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Nianmo asked curiously.

Ding Yiyi greeted them with a smile, totally unconcerned about his slovenly appearance, which contrasted sharply with the pride snow in bright clothes.

"Isn't this Ye's kid?" An old man who was about to enter the hotel door stopped when he saw Ye Nianmo, and a group of people behind him also stopped.

"Hello." Ye Nianmo...