Ye Zimo took a deep breath, and it makes sense to think about what Xia Yihan said.

He gave death orders. Every time a child cried, his sister-in-law's nervous face turned white for months.

He doesn't think he's as rich as he is, but he's as cold as a capitalist when it comes to dealing with children.

"I may not be able to grasp this measure, I will consider it carefully. All right, go to sleep. Don't get angry." Ye Zimo touched Xia Yihan's hair and was avoided by her.

"What do you want, little thing?" Ye Zimo grabbed her waist and looked directly into her eyes. She was no...