C722 The Child Is Gone the Man Is Dead

Zhang Xianya sat on the sofa with her big belly and helped Lee Yifann finish his sweater. It was the last point, so she just needed to hook up her sleeves.

Trade was silver-gray. Zhang Xianya couldn't wait to pick it up and put it in front of her as she gestured. She thought about how cool Lee Yifann would be if he told her about it