Xia Changyue's glittering eyes flickered, as if recalling his childhood.

When she was very young, the Xia family was not very rich. At that time, their family of three lived in a very ordinary apartment on Sunshine Street.

Her favorite thing to do is to fold paper airplanes.

Because my father told her to make a wish to the paper airplane and then fly out, the paper airplane can take her wish and fly to the sky...

At that time, when she was young, she didn't know that her father was coaxing her. He folded a paper airplane so hard that he watched his paper airplane crash to the ground, thinking that the angel had rejected her wish, and cried sadly.

"Do you live here?" Yang Muya was taken aback, stretched out her hand suddenly, and firmly grasped Xia Changyue's arm.

"Then do you know a person named Wei Qingsi? He is very tall and handsome, looks gentle and gentle, likes opera and stage plays... By the way, what he likes most is what you wrote last time My stage plays!"

"Ms. Yang, what's wrong with you?" Xia Changyue was so hurt by her that her arms were numb. She looked at Yang Muya with a bit of astonishment and became a little crazy.

"You answer my question first!"

"I don't know Wei Qingsi. When my family lived in Sunshine Street, I was only a few years old. I remember very few things, and I didn't know who you were talking about."

Xia Changyue slapped her big face, suddenly white, enduring the pain, and answered her question first.

In the next second, Yang Muya wilted like a frustrated ball.

"I don't know... don't you really know..."

Yang Muya's eyes flushed, her hand loosened, and her arm dropped to her side weakly.

"Are you okay?" Xia Changyue saw her deeply shocked and ignored her aching arm. He quickly reached out and helped her, and helped her to a chair in the drink shop.

Seeing the boss looking towards her, he quickly ordered a cup of hot milk tea in embarrassment.

Put the hot milk tea into Yang Muya's hand, holding her hand.

"No matter what happens, your own body is the most important thing. Take care of yourself first before you can find the person you are looking for." Xia Changyue looked at Yang Muya with red eyes in distress.

Thinking of her reaction just now, she suddenly understood that Wei Qingsi should be the person Yang Muya had been looking for.

Was it the man who took her daughter away?

That man used to live here?

Seeing her face gradually improving, Xia Changyue turned to look at the almost old neighborhood that had been demolished. After thinking about it carefully, she couldn't remember that there was a person named Wei Qingsi here.

"Ms. Yang..." As soon as Xia Changyue recovered, she saw Yang Muya put down the milk tea in her hand, turned and left.

Her figure, showing loneliness and sadness, walked step by step on the old streets surrounded by demolition, as if she would fall down at any time.

Xia Changyue's heart tightened suddenly, and after paying the money, he picked up the milk tea and followed her step by step.

Until she saw her walk to the car, got in the car, drove the car, and left before her eyes.

When the car passed by her eyes, Yang Muya's calm and elegant image seemed to be clear again in front of her.

Xia Changyue stood on the opposite street, watching her car getting farther and farther, a white light flashed in her mind, thinking of something, and suddenly shouted at Yang Muya's car.

"Ms. Yang, wait a minute!"