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nYe Niannian’s face turned dark as he uncontrollably raised his voice, “It’s big brother, big brother big brother!!!”

nYe Sang was scared and wailed. She pouted and yelled even louder than him, “Waah!! Big brodda it is then, why are you screaming at me!!”

nDuan Jinyan and the puppy stared.

nIt was obvious that the pronunciation was too hard for this child here.

nLook how wronged she felt.

nYe Niannian’s ‘little girl’ suddenly cried, and his head started to hurt from her sticky voice before he could even feel the sense of accomplishment.

nHe thought*,* girls are so finicky.

nDuan Jinyan grimaced.

nGreat.

nThe first one stopped crying and the second one started.

nHe had always been surrounded by tigers and wolves and he could handle those people like a fish in the water, yet he never felt as frustrated as now.

n“Ye Sang?” The boy tilted his face and wiped off her tears with a finger, smiling slightly with his lips curved upwards, “There are quite a few influential families in the imperial capital, I’ve never heard of another family with Ye as their surname other than Ye Niannian’s family.”

n“Either you’ve taken your mother’s surname, or…” Duan Jinyan paused his lazy voice and curved his pretty phoenix-like eyes upwards, “…or you are from an unknown small family.”

nThe boy looked at her, “Little sister, which one are you?”

nHis extremely charming and delicate eyes studied Ye Sang as if he was judging the value of an object.

nIt was undeniable that Duan Jinyan was extremely similar to her evil daddies.

nThey all viewed benefits to be the most important thing and they were all merciless.

nDuan Jinyan had lived in a dark and gloomy environment since he was young, he was the worst out of all.

nNormal children would probably freak out and be too afraid to speak in front of Duan Jinyan.

nBut is Ye Sang a normal child?

nShe dared to pull the hairs on those devils, there was no way she could be intimidated by this cheap brother.

nRegardless of how she felt, she decided to keep crying.

nShe knew it didn’t matter that she cried, but she evilly didn’t want Ye Niannian to be happy either.

nYe Sang pointed at the flower crown’s ‘corpse’ and sobbed, “It’s dead!”

nYe Niannian, who was perfectly fine now, waved his hand carelessly, “I’ll just have my maid make me another one.”

nThe little thing tilted her face upwards and argued earnestly, “But…”

n“It won’t be the same flower anymore.”

n“…” Ye Niannian’s careless expressions froze.

nThe bad feeling in Duan Jinyan’s heart grew even stronger.

nYe Sang kept her face tilted and continued to sob, “Daddy said… what’s dead is dead, dead flowers can’t come back to life again.”

n“…” Ye Niannian looked down at the poor flower ‘corpse’.

nHe recalled that it was a delicate flower crown a moment ago but Duan Jinyan had ruined it like this. With Ye Sang’s theory that “dead flowers can’t come back to life”, the boy was suddenly drowned in sorrow once again. He immediately wailed in grievance and despair.

nThe two children’s cryings almost flipped the back mountain up-side-down.

nDuan Jinyan smiled as he watched the children. His hand leisurely reached into the pocket of his black trench coat and his pale fingers lightly pinched a tiny but sharp blade.

n“…yo, who’s crying so pitifully?”

n“Tell uncle, who bullied you two?”

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