C931 Wealthy Marriage 860

Ding Yiyi could not help but put her head on the keyboard. She immediately raised her head, her eyelids trembling. It was already ten o'clock in the evening, she was too sleepy.

"It hurts!" Ding Yiyi whimpered as she clutched her forehead pitifully. She took off her finger to take a look, and a bloody wound appeared on her head.

Ye Nianmo walked over and looked at Ding Yiyi's wound with a frown