Sitting back in the car , Ye Miao huddled up on the co-pilot with a heavy heart. Wang Qi bought hot milk tea and bread from a convenience store on the street, and handed them to Ye Miao: "Ye Miao, are you really feeling well?" Ye Miao raised the corner of her mouth reluctantly: "It's okay..." Seeing her distraught appearance, Wang Qi was a little puzzled at the beginning, but suddenly , he slapped his thigh with happiness: "I understand, did you quarrel with your family Berial this morning and are you in a cold war with him?" Ye Miao trembled all over, closed her eyes, and didn't dare to say that she didn't have a cold war with Berial at all, but she just didn't dare to go home. On the other hand, the more Wang Qi thought about it, the more he felt that it was the case—yesterday Ye Mi

