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As the night fell, Ye Chen and Cheng Anya discussed for a moment more before he carried her up to rest.

"Third Young Master Ye, will I still be your principal secretary after my leg has recovered?" Cheng Anya smiled. As she had a son, the relationship between the two of them became a little sensitive. There was also uncertainty as to whether they would continue working together.

"Why not?" Ye Chen raised his brows and seemingly laughed. "Didn't you sell your soul to me for three years?"

"What a terrible way to put it!" Miss Cheng rolled her eyes. How was a contract the same as the deed to sell oneself?" She suddenly smiled sweetly. "It is also quite easy for my son to redeem me!"

Third Young Master Ye's lips curled into a happy smile. "That little cutie couldn't wait for you to sell your soul to me!"

"That little traitor!" Cheng Anya laughed. What she had feared the most was, indeed, her son hoping she would sell her soul to Ye Chen.