I can't see what's wrong with my son. Ding Yiyi's mother is in vain.

"Xiao Zhao, what's the matter?"

Ye Miao was silent for a moment. "I found her."

She? Ink and wash? Ding Yiyi felt unexpected, reasonable, she should have thought, in addition to leaf ink, who can let his son so confused.

"Can I help you?"

How she wished her partner would nod, but the reality is that Ye Miao shook his head and his eyes turned cold.

The person he wants can be temporarily lost and playful, but it is absolutely impossible to get rid of him and leave him forever.

At Monday's high-level meeting, many high-level...