Qin Yafu stood up from the sofa. "Yi Feng, what can't you tell me?" Did something happen to my father?

Yi Feng hesitated for a long time. In fact, he knew that no matter how big things happened, she shouldn't let the hairpin be mixed in. She had already borne enough.

"Bing Bing, uncle, he's okay. He's fine." Yi Feng looked at Yu Hongcheng, the co-driver's cab.

"Let me talk to Hang Hang." Yu Hongcheng took over his cell phone. "I'm a father, but it's nothing. I'm just a little worried about you."

Qin Yafeng was relieved when he heard Yu Hongcheng's voice. "Dad, we'll be back in a few...