C1178 Young Master Ye's Maid 1100

Ye Zimo heard what he wanted to hear, but he didn't show it on his face. He pulled Xia Yihan and sat on the sandalwood chair next to him, looking calm and composed.

"Hahaha, you really want to know, right? Forget it. It's not bad to be able to pretend to be someone like this." The man spoke quickly in English, but to Xia Yihan and Zimo, this kind of speed was easy to understand