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Seeing that Third Young Master Ye was unconscious, Cheng Anya's heart ached uncontrollably. With Eleven's help, Cheng Anya lifted Third Young Master Ye onto the couch. Third Young Master Ye's face was extremely pale and his body was still trembling gently. Cheng Anya had Ning Ning get a blanket to wrap him in.

Ning Ning looked solemn, and Ye Wei did not expect her brother to react so adversely to the revelation. In her shock, she secretly wondered what Ye Yukun had done.

Whatever happened in the Ye Mansion more than ten years ago remained a secret. Cheng Anya wiped away the cold sweat on Third Young Master Ye's forehead again and again.

"Third sister-in-law, I'm sorry," Ye Wei said.

"It's okay. He has to eventually know it. Rather than let Louis tell him in person, it might be better for him to have that bit of mental preparation. It wouldn't be nice if he guns Louis down in broad daylight," Cheng Anya shook her head and said plainly.