C398 The Softness of the Innermost Heart

"Xia Ye, tomorrow is the weekend, do you want to go to the library together?"

That was Brother Bao, seventeen years old. No one called him Brother Bao. Everyone called him Yin Chengyao. Xia Ye was the class monitor, and regardless of whether it was the class or the school event, they were the most tacit partners, which unknowingly gave rise to a subtle emotion. But Xia Ye's father was a rich man