"It feels special." She finally found a suitable answer, and he seemed satisfied, and let go of the restriction on her.

Xia Yihan almost jumped up from his arms, her hands and feet were somewhat soft, but she still insisted on leaving him quickly and walking two or three meters away from him before stopping.

When she stood up again, her face was calm, and Ye Zimo's expression was more serious than herself.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye! I went to work!"

With a mocking smile on his lips, he asked her coldly, "Do you think I meant to help you?"

She didn't want to guess whether he meant it or...