Xiao Ye, hold on tight!

Ji Yiming pulled Secretary Yu out of the room in a hurry. Oh my God, brother Jin's gaze just now could have killed him. But why was brother Jin's body cold? She had never heard him say it before, but seeing how cold he was, it really proved the saying, " He was frozen like a dog!

Tong Lu lay back on the bed, feeling depressed. She held the child tightly in her arms. She wondered if Ji Yiming had drunk too much. The little guy's body was obviously three feet cold, but he said he was not sick?

Even if she wasn't sick, she would fall sick from the cold!

Tong Lu's heart ached for her. This child had always been cold and distant. If he was not so cold that he could not stand it, why would he bury himself in her arms?

It was late at night. The rain outside the window was pitter-pattering, and the sound was getting louder and louder.