"I know, Mom, I will follow your example and be a good mother."

"silly boy!" Zhao Wenying patted her daughter's hand and sighed.

If Xia Yihan wants to look back, she still wants her to marry a simple man, but she knows Xia Yihan will not change.

On the way back, Ye Zimo drives the sports car and drives Xia Yihan himself.

Knowing how fast the car was going, she would be afraid that even if there were not many cars on the road, he would not drive very fast.

"Mo, I want to ask you a question."

"Why are you so polite to talk to me?" Leaf ink twisted...