When he heard the housekeeper's son's voice, he was terrified that the woman would suddenly die for fear that he would never see her again.

Xia Yihan is really cold, the wind blows over, can't help shivering.

"Come with me!" Ye Zimochong's son ordered, and he bent over to hold Xia Yihan, who held the velvet tightly in his hand and wanted to give it a little warmth.

The housekeeper's son was frightened and kept crying, but he did not dare to cry out, so he secretly wiped his tears there.

"Don't blame him. He's already scared. Can you ask him what he's saying?" Xia Yihan pleaded for strength in...