C1365 Young Master Ye's Maid 1286

At the end of the wide floor, there was only one room that was lit up. Ding Yiyi could not help but slow down. The sound of the lunchbox and plastic bag rubbing against each other could scare her.

She did not know if Ye Bo did it on purpose, but the office door was not closed. She stood nervously at the door.

Ye Nianmo buried his head in the pile of documents