C879 Young Master Ye's Maid 801

The chubby child smiled at Hai Qingqing.

Was she going to call? In the end, Hai Qingqing decided to text Mo Xiaojun.

Mo Xiaojun held his phone and looked at the gift on his wrist that he would regret for the rest of his life. Mo Xiaojun frowned. It was almost eleven o'clock. Damn it, Yihan had not eaten breakfast yet.

Now, they could only eat breakfast and lunch together