"Does my brother hate me?" Ye Shui-ink was very depressed. My brother was obviously too angry that day. I blame her for overdoing it.

Ding Yiyi took her hand and sat down.'I know ink is not such an unreasonable child. Can you tell my mother what happened?

Ye Shui-ink hesitated half-loud, but still told the truth under the gentle eyes of the other side, "My brother is very tired, I just want to use this way to let him rest longer."

After the huge potted plants, Ye Miao listened quietly, his slender fingers pressed on the keyboard, and his ears were full of the fragrance of flowers, rich, elegant and...