At noon, the autumn sky is clear, but occasionally there is a cool breeze.

The French cafe in the cafe, with the cello playing in a low voice, is a very nostalgic and retro romantic style. Xia Yihan sat at his end, picked up a magazine in his hand, and looked back and forth with his head down.

Today, as the relationship with Ye Zimo is gradually warming up, the media and journalists will always appear around her consciously or unconsciously. At this time, she also brought a sunglasses to hide her whereabouts.

Lin Jie walks in and looks around. He sees Xia Yihan in the corner of the cafe....