C862 The Timid Jiang Yue

Violet Hunt smiled knowingly and did not say anything else.

After that, Fu Jingting squeezed into a hammock and hugged each other as he sat together. Looking at his youngest son on the lawn below, the atmosphere was exceptionally warm.

On the other side, Haisley Jenkins, who was being remembered by Violet Hunt, was currently carrying a thermos and knocking on the door of a ward