"My son can make soy sauce." Qi Ye's expressionless face, shallow voice, in the limited space, appears so crowded.

Shen Miqiang pinched her palm, but sweat wantonly crossed, and the pallor on her face exposed her inner tension.

It turns out that Mr. Qi already has children.

She liked him.

"Good-bye, sir." She thought that she would never have the courage to appear in front of him again, because Qi Ye could not feel it at all. She must have felt her thoughts about him before she said so.

From beginning to end, Qi did not raise his head.

Bang, Shen Mi shut the door and shed tears one by...