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Expressionless, Cheng Anya hung up the phone call. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly raised and her bright eyes radiated a jet of coldness. Her usual signature smile had disappeared, and she was as cold as ice.

"I have never thought that we'd meet in this awkward situation!" Cheng Anya said calmly while tilting her head to look at Ye Chen. Both his expression and gaze were cold and sharp like ice.

"Believe me. I am more reluctant than you!" Third Young Master Ye said in a low and deep voice. The veins on his forehead surfaced as he was suppressing his anger.

Yang Zekun, Yun Ruoxi, and Harry walked in their direction and bumped into them. Yang Zekun was in a black Armani suit which made him look tall, elegant, and gentle but retained his firm attitude he had in the business world.