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Cheng Anya was embarrassed. She swatted away the hand of the young kid. What fever? Couldn't she buy clothes for Third Young Master Ye? What kind of logic was that?

The young kid looked at the price tag of the tie again. At that moment, Third Young Master Ye also came over. The young kid gave him the clothes like they were very precious things with a very serious look and a bit of jealousy.

"Congratulations, Daddy, on being my mommy's favorite." The expression of the young kid looked slightly distorted.

Cheng Anya blushed and punched the bottom of the young kid. "Baby, are you asking for a beating?"

Third Young Master Ye's lips were wide open. He smiled happily and was in high spirits. He looked at the style of the clothes. Not bad, he liked it very much. They matched his beauty standards. Even the tie was to his liking.

It had to be said that little Anya had a unique taste.