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Third Young Master Ye was so infuriated by her that he did not catch his breath. Ning Ning was laughing out loud again and touched his own face. He kept silent for a moment and wondered whether his mom had despised his look.

"Cheng Anya!" Ye Chen gritted his teeth. This damn woman had a tongue as poisonous as a snake, and her words never failed to miss the mark. Although she was flushed, she was still able to calmly deliver classic insults. How was her mind even structured? F***!

Cheng Anya pushed his head away and pouted. She had an arrogant look that reeked of 'what could you do to me'.

Third Young Master Ye laughed out of extreme frustration and stuck his head over. As he stared at her with a look of disdain, he said, "If you can do without me, so can I. I am confident of my taste for women. How old were you seven years ago?"