"Mummy, there are mosquitoes at home." Ye Nianmo stood beside him with an unruffled speech. The five facial features that were unfolding were very similar to Ye Zimo.

"Are there mosquitoes?" Xia Yihan asked with a smile. Ye Zimo nodded and stretched out his arm. "There are three or four transparent bags on my sister's wrist."

Transparent package? Xia Yihan stood up and pulled Ye Nianmo and said in a warm voice, "Mommy and Nianmo have a look." Ye Zimo helplessly looked at the warmth on his face and was disturbed by his son, so he had to laugh.

Xia Yihan came to Ye Chuqing's princess's room. The whole room...