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In the impression of many, Miss Cheng was the type whose barbs were to the point, simple, and instantly deconstructed people. In spite of her charming smile, she had never been so sharp in her criticism.

Louis' laughter, like the spring wind in the midst of a harsh winter, broke the silence as his emerald gaze beamed with approval. "Anya, hats off to you. Now I know how gentle you were in the cafeteria in the afternoon."

He felt that she was pure and agile at first sight only to learn that she was smart and composed at second sight. Today, he felt that she was a bright pearl whose radiance blinded him.

Third Young Master Ye looked at the woman in his embrace deeply as his gaze carried a smile, gentleness replacing all the frustration and anger. This was his dear Anya.

She was his absolute beloved.

He did not need to rebut Yang Yun as his dear Anya had spread her wings and strongly protected him in them.