"No, please don't! I haven't found the ink reading yet. I can't sleep!" Xia Yihan looked at the leaf ink imploringly until he fell asleep slowly in the arms of the leaf ink.

Putting Xia Yihan on the bed in the cubicle of the office, Xia Yihan kissed the tearful Xia Yihan with ink on the leaves, and his worries as a father came to light at this moment.

Pinched tired eyes, and leaf ink continued to look at the photos on the table. The woman in one picture attracted his attention. That was Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan's half body has left the country. Ye Nianmo still pulls Xia Yihan...