"Zimo." Xia Yihan's pleading eyes make Zhong Yuquan happier. Xia Yihan is the weak rib of Yezimo. He can survive this disaster by pinching the soft rib of Yezimo. If the performance is more brilliant, it will succeed.

"No, I have a heart attack." Zhong Yuquan covered his chest and his face was pale and pale. He acted very like him. Even he believed that he was ill. Only by letting Xia Yihan have a sympathetic heart, could Yezimo let go.

"Zimo, will you let my father go once? I beg you." Xia Yihan's eyes towards Zhong Yuquan are all distressed. No matter how tall and glorious Zhong Yuquan is,...