When she said something against her will, she comforted herself sadly: "Your life is not perfect. Why do you care about the incomplete now?"

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The loud roar silenced the noisy crowd immediately. The reporters turned around and looked up and down at a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Yu Sanshun raised his eyebrows doubtfully and strode into the room. He came to Song Qiulian. The momentum just now became mild. "Qiulian, what's wrong with this?"

"Ask your daughter how she knows!" Song Qiulian slammed the door and shut all the reporters out.

"What about Xiaoya?" After eating a closed soup, Yu Sanshun quickly turned...