C1071 Young Master Ye's Maid 993

Ye Zimo had not changed off his shirt. There was still blood on his chest. Ye Zimo wanted to say something when he saw Xia Yihan. He scanned Xia Yihan's bare ankle with a stern expression. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Xia Yihan lowered her head. When she looked up again, Ye Zimo was already standing in front of her. He resisted the urge to pick her up