"Why did you do that?" Ding Yiyi looked at his busy work and couldn't help asking.

Ye Nianmo carefully studied the way the construction workers next to him and laid the cement on the stairway entrance. He said casually, "Why? Is it not normal to want to do something for your loved ones?

shocked by his words, Ding Yiyi stood in his place and watched him stamp on the paved cement with one hand in his panic, leaving a palm print on the wet cement, which he was in a hurry to fill.

"Wait!" Ding Yiyi smiled and went up, leaving his own palm print on the cement.

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