C1025 She Was Actually Hung up

"Xia Yihan."

When he received Zhang Fengyi's call, Ye Zimo's hands were lingering on Xia Yihan's smooth back. He looked at her fair skin with satisfaction, as if it was imprinted with his own aura.

"Director Ye, Young Master Nianmo is crying." Even through the phone, Zhang Fengyi could still see Ye Zimo's unfriendly gaze. He simply said that he was going to hang up on him