"You..." Did you finally forget to hate me?

Ye Haoran's eyebrows moved and moved. Old tears came up again. He sat down slowly and forcefully.

At about two o'clock, Yan Qingyan said to Fengyi, "I want to buy some clothes and ask my brother to take me with me. Mama, you can rest at home!"

"Good! You go! The two brothers communicate well and communicate their emotions! uuuuuuuuuuu My parents are waiting for you to have dinner at home!"

It's just a very plain sentence, but it sounds very different to Yan Qingyan. That's what he has been looking forward to for many years.

Ye Zimo and Yan Qingyan were...