"Sister Momo is thinner than before."
Ye Zhan's ears echoed with the words that Qin Qingqing said that day at the Qin Family's house.
His heart felt like it was pierced by an unknown sharp object, spreading pain in all directions.
A year without seeing her, she was more than just a bit thinner.
He pursed his lips, stood up involuntarily, and walked outside.
Beside him, the voice of the airline company's president was left behind.
"Sister Momo, we... Sister Momo, Ye Zhan is here."
Wen Qinghuan was holding Momo's arm, intending to say "Let's go."
But before she could finish, she saw Ye Zhan, who had left their sight just now, returning from that direction.
This time, he was not accompanied by anyone.
That handsome and tall figure carried a strong aura, taking steady steps towards them.
Momo's heartbeat stopped for a moment at Qinghuan's voice.
"Sister Momo, hand Zirui over to me."
Wen Ziyang reached out, taking Zirui.
Everyone knew Ye Zhan was coming for Momo.
