"When did Ye Shao change his taste?" Beiyichen's cold voice came from outside the door, looking at the two of them with murderous eyes half-narrowed, somewhat ambiguous sitting posture, clenched their fists forcefully with broad and powerful hands, strode forward, stretched out their hands to grab the seat of the child.

Ye Sheng, with blinding eyes and quick hands, left the bed with the seat child in his arms. He stepped back several steps to keep a certain distance from him, but his hand was still on the waist of the seat child: "Aren't you at the auction?" What's the matter? Ye Shengying frowned a little puzzled, but forget it,...