"Apparently I hate it so much and pretend to be gentle. How can the clouds not misunderstand it?" Xia Yihan muttered.

Yu Lan looked at Xia Yihan's deep eyes and warned him, "Xia Yihan."

Yu Lan can't refuse to embrace Xia Yihan, even more tightly in a punitive way. As they pass the corner, Zhang Fengyi looks at the back of Xia Yihan in the distance strangely.

Ye Zimo from the bathroom looked at Zhang Fengyi with eyebrows raised. Zhang Fengyi looked back and smiled apologetically. The man who was hugging other men shouldn't be Xia Yihan.

In the delicately trimmed garden, a foreign woman smiled at Yu Lan and...