C758 Sorry Zhao Yan

"Young Master Ye!"

Zhao Yan's tall figure leaped into Ye Ling's embrace like a baby bird. A bright smile blossomed on her face like a hundred blossoming flowers. Instantly, everything around her seemed to lose its luster.

Ye Ling smiled and put his arm around her slim waist. He kissed her forehead and asked, "Do you miss me?"

"Ah!" I've thought about it