After lunch, Ye Zimo went straight to Fu Shi, which seemed to return to the time when Ye Zhengheng was walking, and Ye Zimo worked so hard at that time.

Ye Haoran's pupils were full of worries. He had a bad relationship with Ye Zimo. Ye Haoran said nothing.

"Brother, it's Saturday, isn't it a rest?" Yan Qingyan saw the worries of Ye Haoran and Fu Fengyi, and he said.

"Well, Mr. Ye, it's a day off." The wine nodded vigorously.

Xia Yihan looks forward to leaf ink. She hopes that leaf ink can rest at home. She can't sleep well these days.

"It's all right. Fu's still got things...