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As the wooden door of the study closed, Ye Tian collapsed to the ground, the abalones from the plastic bag scattered all over, dampened by the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Damn it all, not again!" Ye Tian grimly endured the severe pain.
A few seconds later, the excruciating pain from the Crystal Ball cracked and disappeared, and Ye Tian returned to normal. The Crystal Ball was like that—its attacks came suddenly and vanished just as quickly, elusive and enigmatic.
Yun Xinyan had already sensed that something was amiss and pushed open the study door to ask Ye Tian what had just happened. He immediately put on a cheeky grin and started joking with her.
Seeing Ye Tian speak so lightly, Yun Xinyan didn't give it much thought and returned to the study to continue her busy work. Several projects were about to launch, all requiring her personal approval, and the workload was exceptionally heavy.
In the kitchen, a distracted Ye Tian was busy cooking.