"I'm scared. I hope you'll come." Xia Yihan seems to have entered his own thoughts. Leaves frown with ink and have a gentle voice: "So I...........................................................................................

Xia Yihan intercepted Ye Zimo's words and said in a hurry that his eyes were full of thanks for Xue Wenjun's appearance. The car speeded up sharply and the leaves drove with their lips brushed, without any explanation.

Sometimes the explanation is so pale, when the other party has identified a fact.

When the car stopped in Washington, Ye Zimo handed over a recording pen. Xia Yihan took it. The voice of Ye Yinmo in the recording pen seemed to be a little more...