Ye Sichen looked at Xia Nuan surprisingly.

His hands tightened slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly, “Oh? Tell me.”

Xia Nuan thought about it for a long time, trying to figure out how to say it in a better way, “Mr. Ye, do you have any needless T-shirts or coats? You can sign on it, and then I will receive money from the auction and donate it to the disabled later. At that time, I will tell them that you raise all the money. They will definitely bear ...