C410 A house
Zhao Zhiyan's eyelashes flashed unnoticeably. She raised her hand and took the paper. Her lips were still curled up, but when she lowered her head to open the paper, a trace of coldness flashed across her eyes. Looking at the contents of the paper, Zhao Zhiyan's eyes gradually became blurry.
"In the future, you can stay at home and properly nurture your baby