Xia Yihan turned around and looked at the cold expression of Yezimo without a trace of fear. She just looked at him frankly, without any explanation, and continued to frown over the documents in her hands.

Ye Zimo frowned, this damn woman, unexpectedly, so indifferent to herself? For a long time, the anger in the leaf's black chest became more intense.

Suddenly Xia Yihan put down the document, stood up and walked toward the bathroom, as if leaf ink had never appeared beside her.

For a long time, the sound of water rushing from the bathroom came into the ears of leaf ink. He clenched his fist tightly. How could...