When Xia Yihan saw Yan Qingyan's big bag and small bag coming to his home, he shuffled for a moment, and then happily invited Yan Qingyan to the living room: "The expected date of liquor production is half a month now."

Yan Qingyan nodded with a smile: "She always talks about reading ink. Today I have to bring toys to read ink. Do you want me to read ink?"

Xia Yihan laughed and asked the servant to bring Nianmo to him. He had just had a nap after Nianmo. His face was still vague. He stretched out his hands and wanted to hold Nianmo next.

"Read Melody! Do you remember...