"Mr. Ye, have dinner." Nanny Xiaolan stood at the door and said.

"I see."

"Go to dinner!" Having said these three words coldly, he turned to open the door and left.

Xia Yihan took a deep breath and silently told himself that he had no sympathy, at least he had not opened his mouth to drive her away.

As long as she doesn't leave, there's hope.

As for the man's influence on her, she didn't think about his emotions, resentment or hatred.

Xiaolan in the dining room has already put the food bowls, chopsticks, wine and water in place, and Hai Zhixuan is sitting at the table with Fu Fengyi....