After getting on the bus, Xia Yihan dialed Yezi Ink telephone.

"Zimo, Nianmo has been found. You call the others out and I'll fetch Nianmo back."

Leaves squint and come back. The word needs to be refined.

"He's there." The voice of leaf ink can't tell the mood.

"If I find it in the orphanage, I'll pick it up."

In the orphanage, the frowns of the leaves are deeper.

"Who found it?"

The second son is looking at the leaf ink beside him. The owner is in a difficult mood now. I don't know whether the phone is happy or worried.

"Brother Xu."

Xia Yihan didn't know how Xu Haosheng...