Untitled

Cheng Anya went upstairs and dried her hair after a shower. She went online to prepare the documents needed for the next day's meeting, saved them, and replied to a few emails. She had received an email from Yang Zekun.

She slightly squinted as she thought of Yang Yun's disgusting look at the banquet earlier. Oh, how distasteful it was!

It was not because Yang Yun was her grandfather, but it was what he said about Ye Chen that left her disgusted. The airplane mishap that befell Yang Zekun's parents was not necessarily Ye Zhenhua's doing, and to pin the blame onto Ye Zhenhua without proof was laughable.

He had no reason to hate Third Young Master Ye, and one could only say that hatred had utterly distorted his heart.

He would achieve his goals by all means necessary.

She disliked Yang Yun. It was her first time hating somebody, as rare as it sounded, whose shamelessness knew no boundaries.