Ye Nianmo took a deep breath, his back rested on the back of his chair, and his eyes were empty as he watched a bird parked on the fence at Dingmen Gate. He said lightly, "Life is not just about love. If he has something to help me now, I will help him."

The phone was silent and choking, but he didn't intend to be a gentleman who comforted women. He hung up the phone and leaned back dejectedly.

The phone rang abruptly again, and his finger was nervous. Would Ding Yiyi call back when he saw his call record?

He took his cell phone eagerly, and after seeing the...