Xi Yemo lowered his head, looking at the smile on the little woman's lips, his eyes full of tenderness.
"Ah." The little woman suddenly let out a small cry.
"What's the matter?"
Xi Yemo looked at her.
"Love of Heart, our Love of Heart is gone." Lan Xin Ai suddenly remembered this important matter. It wasn't that she couldn't remember; it was just that when she saw Xi Yemo at Yuan Family Village, her mind was completely occupied by him.
When she got home and faced so many things, there was no time at all to think about anything else.
Now, as soon as it got quiet, Lan Xin Ai immediately remembered, her pretty little face filled with worry.
The Love of Heart she shared with Mr. Xi had been taken away by those two kidnappers.
Xi Yemo's gaze fell on her right hand, and he curled his lips into a mysterious smile: "Wait here."
Lan Xin Ai's eyes followed him: "What are you doing?"
