"Hello, who are you?" When the familiar voice came from the phone, Ye Zimo said indifferently, "Who do you think I am?" My wings are hard. Who am I? Leaf ink's face was black.

"Mo, I'm sorry, now my mother is in the hospital, there are many people calling me, and now still busy to get medicine."

Xia Yihan's explanation is careless, Ye Zimo does not account with her now, after autumn, it is still meaningless, just think of the rich welfare, Ye Zimo began to be intoxicated.

"Where is it?" Ye Zimo asks indifferently, the voice can freeze a dozen people, but fortunately Xia Yihan's heart is strong enough....