"Yes, let her reassure herself." Fu Fengyi thought that Xia Yihan would be sad.

In the apartment in the new district, Xia Yihan has been sitting on the leather sofa in the lobby. Her new mobile phone and card-punched leaf-ink phone are on the phone for the first time. Xia Yihan guesses that something important is not going on.

"Clear, what is it?" Xia Yihan looked across the street and asked Xia Yiqing, who had been accompanying her all the time.

"Miss, I really don't know. The housekeeper didn't say anything. Why don't we call now and ask?"

Xia Yihan shook his head and waited.

After waiting all night, Xia...