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Cheng Anya heaved a long sigh of relief as he had regained his senses. It was worth her hitting him and her hand aching as a result. Ning Ning touched his daddy's face. It was swollen, and Mommy sure spared no expense.

"Daddy, it's okay. It's okay." Ning Ning softly consoled Third Young Master Ye as Cheng Anya went to the kitchen to get him water.

Third Young Master Ye drank the water emotionlessly. "You sure?" he asked after a while.

"Yes. If you really hate him, I will waste him," Ye Wei said coldly. Not being able to defeat Mo Jue did not mean that Louis was untouchable. To Ye Wei, she did not have to be up close to somebody to kill them. That was child's play to her.

Third Young Master Ye remained silent. Nobody knew what was on his mind. He was emotionless, and a deep hatred that covered an emotional hurt for ten-over years flashed through his gaze.

Ye Yukun…

Ye Yukun was still f***ing alive?