C825 Young Master Ye's Maid 747

Hai Zhixuan stood alone in front of the French window, smoking a cigarette. He took out his phone and dialed Ye Zimo's number. He wanted to confirm whether it was really him or not. If it was him, he would definitely take responsibility.

"Ye Zimo, did you know that the person in Hainan that night was your assistant?" Hai Zhixuan did not wait for the other end of the phone to speak