Smelling the fragrance of the braised meat, Ye Qianzhi's stomach growled even louder. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.,Ye Qiangzhi hung her head, speechless. Gazing at the frail and unfamiliar hand, she knew she had crossed over.,So Ye Qianchi, the poor little thing with her father dead, her mother remarried, and no one to care for her, had a pitiful head.。