C1004 A Trace of Anxiety

"Ye Mingyuan rubbed his eyes and said no more." Mingyuan, drink the chicken soup. It'll be cold in a minute. " Ye's mother opened the lunchbox. It smelled of chicken soup.

Just as Zhu Kexin got out of the car, a call from the dean came in. She snorted and didn't pick it up. Instead, she went straight up the stairs.

"The child was already asleep, and Mrs Ye was not at home." Auntie