Yin Qing had dumped trash on her father's grave, splashed paint on it, and even wanted her bodyguard to defile her and her mother. It was only because of Yan Yan's appearance that they were saved....A..."Sister Yan, you're here" Ding Yi looked up and saw her, a handsome and sunny smile on his face. "How are you doing"

"Yan Yan, how are you feeling now" Yang Yiyi, sitting on the bed, hurriedly asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Leo placed the fruit on the table and glanced at the porridge Ding Yi was holding. "What's Yiyin eating"

"I made some nutrient porridge online, but it doesn't look very good..." Ding Yi smiled sheepishly and explained.

"It's okay," Yang Yiy said with a smile, "the taste is alright."

Their eyes met, each reflecting the other. A subtle smile played on their lips as she asked, “Does your neck still hurt”

"It doesn't hurt at all," Yang Yiy smiled.

"Where's the arm"

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