C2051 The Identity of the Patron

She lowered her head, tears falling to the floor. The floor was a different color. The butler looked away.

The car was speeding on the road. Ding Yiyi looked at her phone. The screen was quiet. He did not call.

When she was young, she stood in the house she used to live in with Ye Nianmo again. It was just that this time it was a little different.

"There has always been someone cleaning it