C1452 Young Master Ye's Maid 1372

The elevator stopped on a certain floor. The tourists left in a hubbub. Ding Yiyi quickly moved away from his arms, but her face was burning. Ye Nianmo took a look at her delicate appearance. His lips that had been tightly pursed finally had a trace of a smile.

After exiting the elevator, Ding Yiyi lowered her head due to her face blushing and followed Ye Nianmo until she stopped in front of him