C1961 Wealthy Marriage 1888
Ye Zichen opened the back door, and heard a familiar voice, while his watery eyes stared at Ye Zichen.
"Brother."
Ye Miao facepalmed. If he did not remember wrongly, this was not the first time Ye Shuimo did that.
Ye Shuimo's fall was a blur, and her arms were bruised. She was afraid that her brother would scold her, so she desperately tried to keep her hands behind her back