lt;lt;lt;The Stronge

Yè Mò, the third-generation descendant of the Yè family,Father Ye Wentian had passed away two years ago. He had no memory of his mother.,With a sigh, Ye Mo was just about to pull up his zipper when a sudden exclamation startled him. 。"...Such a scoundrel..." A voice, absolutely high-pitched, rang out before Ye Mo. Ye Mo had been so focused on checking his own situation, he'd completely forgotten to check his surroundings. 。I didn't expect this little alleyway to still be connected. It's just that the turn at the front is hidden from view here. 。Ye Mo was not a reckless tyrant, and besides, he didn't have the capital to be one right now. He just wanted to pull Zi La up and run away. 。"Ye Mo, how is it you" This person's voice dropped sharply after, and they actually asked in a surprised tone again, clearly recognizing Ye Mo. 。(Haha, new book seeking recommendations and collections, thank you all!!!)。