They have been teasing, Xia Yiqing can not help laughing.

"Clear, you dare to laugh at us." The wine drummed her cheeks and asked angrily, wrinkling her eyebrows tightly, trying to express her dissatisfaction, but the dimples on her face were crooked. How serious she was, with a slight smile, was extremely uncoordinated.

Xia Yiqing drives very slowly. This is Ye Zimo's latest request. He knows that Mr. Ye is worried about Mrs. Shao and that every time he drives, he will slow down. He wants to see and listen to all directions, but he doesn't deal with wine.

Passing through the central street, Xia Yihan looked at the familiar...