Ding Yiyi tore up the huge insurance policy in his hand, tears fell down and wetted the paper. Ye Nian's ink ring passed her, her forehead facing her forehead, and her breath was grinding. "Are you sad? Tell me are you sad?

Ding Yi relied on his chest, tears flowed freely, choking his head, Ye Nianmo tightened his arms, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, even worse than you. Promise me to tell me what I want to do in the future, let me help you solve it, will you?"

"Well, I promise you." Ding Yiyi nodded frequently.

The two men spent a little more time together. Ding Yicai...