Ye Zimo really wanted to know what it was, so that Xia Yihan could regain his old strangeness.

Following Ye Zimo, he pushed open the door of the office, but the style that came into his eyes was completely opposite to that outside. Simple black and white style, although simple, shows a fashionable elegance.

Xia Yihan looked into his eyes and revealed his temperament, as if the style here seemed more appropriate to his temperament. On the wall behind him was an illustration of two little boys holding their mother's hand.

"Say what!" Leaf ink hands overlapping, on the desk, eyes staring at Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan came back from...