C1025 Young Master Ye's Maid 947

"Xia Yihan."

When he received Zhang Fengyi's call, Ye Zimo's hand was flowing on Xia Yihan's smooth back. He was satisfied to see her fair skin covered with his aura.

"Director Ye, young master Nianmo is crying." Zhang Fengyi could still remember Ye Zimo's unfriendly eyes even through the phone. He hung up the phone after finishing his business.

By the time Ye Mo and Xia Yihan arrived