Wearing a black robe, Ye Sichen stared at the French windows coldly.

Ansheng kept crying in Ye Sichen’s arms. So, Ye Sichen frowned and lulled Ansheng’s anxiety gently. A kind of endless sadness showed in his bearded face.

He picked up his phone and called Mi Ke’er.

At this point, Mi Ke’er handed her video to Ken. Then her phone rang.

She frowned and answered the strange number.

“Mi Ke’er, I’m in your apartment. ...