believe you’ll find a way to resolve them—never did I think it would end up like this."Ye Feimo clenched his fists tightly; his dark eyes sank into an abyss-like depth. Han Bi sold him off to Old Jin... the kitchen—hardly ever stepping into it, even less than Wushuang.Only when neither Mochen nor Wushuang was at home, and their parents weren't around either, would they勉強地煮麪。Moyao looked around this...