"That's your mother's idea. I only hope that you can live according to your own thoughts." Ye Wen didn't turn around, but stopped walking and looked at the scenery outside the French window. "Even if you were born in the game, I hope that you can get what you want."
Perhaps because he saw the shadow of himself when he was young in Ye Chang, Ye Wen's cold heart, which had long been sharpened by experience, temporarily softened.
"Thank you." Ye Chang thanked his father softly.
However, he could not understand his father anymore.
The moment his father had looked out the window just now, he'd thought he'd felt sadness in his father, but he didn't know where it had come from.
On the other side.
After an intense rush of work, Yu Su's studio was finally renovated.
On the second day after learning that the studio's renovation was completed, Ming Hao brought his team to the studio early in the morning.
