C1763 Wealthy Marriage 1690

"Nope." Seeing that Hai Ziyu was still depressed, he sighed and reached out to touch her head.

Siwen Bing's hand was intercepted in mid-air as he said lightly, "Thank you, Mr Yan."

There was a trace of surprise in Yan Mingyao's eyes. He retracted his hand, nodded, and got on the car to leave.

"Miss, I'll send you back." Siwen Bing turned around and helped her open the door