Jingya was supported upstairs by Yebeicheng. When the bedroom door was closed, she said worriedly, "Beicheng, you were not so good just now..."

"What's it like?" Ye Beicheng was puzzled.

"That's what you said about your mother, the devil's words confuse people..."

He laughed and said, "Well, you scold her witch, that's good?"

"I know it's not good, but I'm so angry..."

"I'm too angry, too."

"But are you his son?" Quietly open her eyes, she thought that if Ye Beicheng did not know his own life, it should not be so against his mother.

Ye Beicheng sighed a long sigh, bowed his head sadly and said, "Quiet and elegant,...