In fact, she didn't want to think so much of Yin's mother. However, no matter who he was, he would hold others' cold palms with his warm face. And after so long, there was no sign of melting. Those who were warm couldn't accept it. What's more, Shu Qin was also a proud person in her private heart. She didn't owe anyone except that she felt she owed Yin San and could be moved by everything Yin San had done to her.
He casually put on a light yellow sports suit and went downstairs. Yin's mother sat in the living room drinking coffee and watching TV.
Mother Yin held the hairpin in her right hand, put a piece of square sugar into the coffee, put it down, and picked up the coffee spoon. She stirred it up and down, and saw Shu Qinxin's figure coming downstairs. She ignored it. When the square s
