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Ye Ningyuan walked on the streets of Mexico City alone. He had been pondering upon one statement: The living could never out-compete the dead. Is that really true? He, for once, hesitated.

Having cooped up in his room for many days, heading out for a walk was certainly uplifting.

Ye Ningyuan sat down in a park, looked at the time, and called Cheng Anya. His mommy, with her consistent cheerful tone, picked up the call. "Baby! It's so rare for you to look for Mommy at this time. Do you need a listening ear?"

"Mommy, I might have taken a liking to somebody." Ye Ningyuan cut to the chase.

Guan Rutong handed a document for Cheng Anya to sign, but Cheng Anya gestured to Guan Rutong to pass it to Ye Chen instead. Cheng Anya leaned back into her seat and smiled. "That's good. Is she An Xunuo?"