C74 I'm Not Your Grandfather

Ye Qinglan's heart sank. It was as if she had been stabbed by a sharp awl. Blood flowed like a dark tide, but she had long become numb to the pain.

She did not want to give up the rare opportunity to meet him. She almost subconsciously moved forward, wanting to stand right in front of Ye Liang.

Facing Ye Liang's sinister and cold gaze, Ye Qinglan suddenly took a deep breath