C842 Young Master Ye's Maid 764

"Why is it only two?" Xia Yihan whispered. She took out her phone and wanted to call Zhao Wenying, but she was afraid that she would tell her that she was fine as usual. She waited for a while and comforted herself. Her phone was placed on the sofa.

Time ticked away. Xia Yihan looked at the second needle and felt that it had not moved for a long time. She frowned