Xia Yihan knew that he had touched the scales of leaf ink. His face was not good, but his hands were firmly confined to his waist.

Twisted his waist, Xia Yihan wanted to pull out and leave. He looked at the upper leaf ink with some displeasure. Xia Yihan sighed. First, he took a soft breath and patted the arm of the leaf ink. "I just want to go to the bathroom."

Xia Yihan's softness and explanation make Ye Zimo's mood change from cloudy to sunny, his face expressionless and open his hands, and his bow is a sign to Xia Yihan.

Xia Yihan walked down the steps with his...