Lin Ling listened to the voice of Haizhixuan, which was not cold or hot. He even remembered what he shouldn't have thought. When should he die, he still remembered those old things.

"Mr. Hai, Mr. Ye smokes a lot today. I don't know what's wrong with him." Lin Ling euphemistically expressed that Hai Zhixuan must understand her meaning.

This woman only thinks about leaf ink, which is already Xia Yihan's. Hai Zhixuan does not know how he thinks about it. He has not studied it deeply. Recently, there are children in Qingqing, and he seldom goes out. In addition, Zhong Yuquan's assignment before that, it's too careless. Hai Zhixuan is...