If the clouds are shallow

She was the most dazzling heiress of A City's elite, but a sudden turn of events had left her with no choice but to "seek refuge" with that man who was significantly older than she—

Fated to My Enemy

Yan Ye had been asleep for a little more than two hours.


Xiaocheng's cries echoed through the skies, and this description was no exaggeration whatsoever.


Those unaware of the situation might even think he had been beaten up at school.


It was this deafening crying that woke Yan Ye.


From the moment the car stopped in the front yard to the bodyguard carrying him out, his crying enveloped the entire villa like 3D surround sound.


Once the butler carried the little guy into the house, the crying sounded even clearer.


Yan Ye rubbed his throbbing temples and squinted as he got up.


After Yan Ye got out of bed, the butler knocked on the door.


He opened his mouth somewhat helplessly, "Young Master Yan ..."


No need for further explanation, Xiaocheng's cries told everything.


The moment the door opened, Xiaocheng reached out both hands toward Yan Ye, his face stained with tears and eyes bloodshot, prompting Yan Ye to frown even more tightly.


Chapter 657: Yan Ye's Heart, a Shock