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Mo Ye frowned and remained silent. Mo Jue's solemn look was extremely rare to her. Meng Lianling's displeasure, Mo Jue's malicious and insidious look, and Mo Ye's silence made the atmosphere in the living room extremely sinister.

Mo Jue coldly laughed. "Why did you mention Eleven to Ye Wei yesterday?"

Mo Ye's face changed and he looked at Meng Lianling coldly. His slight frown did not conceal his displeasure. Meng Lianling lied and then coldly smiled. "What did Ye Wei tell you?"

She told Ye Wei that she must not tell Mo Jue anything, and to think she had actually told Mo Jue about them. She had misjudged her. She thought that Ye Wei was an honorable person, but she was wrong.

Meng Lianling secretly hated Ye Wei and held her hand tightly.

Mo Jue's look became even colder. "Wei Wei did not tell me anything. It was you. Why did you tell her such a dribble?"

"How did you know if she did not tell you?" Meng Lianling tried to rebut.