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nTranslator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

nThe little thing stood there with a transparent umbrella, barely noticeable.

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nBut obviously, the pair speaking wasn’t blind either.

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nThe boy walked over sloppily and raised an eyebrow while grinning, “Yo, where did this child come from?”

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n“She’s quite cute. Tsk tsk tsk, what are you doing in the rain?”

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nHe sounded stinging, full of evil intentions.

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nThe boy studied the girl from head to toe and saw the black ink on her white Ru skirt, and he immediately sneered at her, “So dirty.”

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nThe little thing took a step back and summoned her courage, dragging her milky voice on, “The key…”

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nThe boy picked his ear, “What?”

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n“I want the key.” The little thing’s dark eyes were clear and spoke earnestly.

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nThe boy looked down at her sloppily, “The key?”

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n“For what?” He raised his voice up and asked back with a grin, “You want to look for Huo Chenyu?”

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n“Who are you to him?”

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nHe bent down and looked at the tiny little thing in front of him, smiling coldly as he intentionally waved the key in front of her, “Want it?”

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nThe little thing fixed her gaze on him and repeated again, “I want it.”

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n“Pfft. What a sensible child.” The boy was called Zhao Qian. Just like what his name suggested, his family was indeed wealthy(1).

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nHe hated young masters who were born with a golden spoon like Huo Chenyu the most.

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nThey didn’t have to do anything and they were pursued by endless people.

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nHe was only an adopted son.

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nHow could Huo Chenyu enjoy the Huo family’s honor and identity?

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n“It’s cool that you want it,” The boy smiled, “You are Huo Chenyu’s younger sister, aren’t you? I’ve heard that your surname is Ye?”

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n“At least the adopted son bears Huo’s surname, you don’t even have Huo as your surname. You aren’t an illegitimate child, aren’t you?”

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nZhao Qian smiled coldly, “You aren’t a good thing after all.”

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nThe girl couldn’t help but tug his sleeve a little and lowered her voice, “That’s enough.”

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nShe was only five years old.

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nDid he have to make it sound so bad?

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nZhao Qian swung her hand off and stepped forward, looking at the little thing standing under the umbrella evilly.

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n“Where did your umbrella come from? It’s so ugly. Bought it at a streetside stall?”

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n“It’s raining, why don’t you give it to us?”

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n“If you give the umbrella to me, I can give you the key.” He waved the key in his hands and his eyes were filled with malice.

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nYe Sang clenched the umbrella tightly subconsciously.

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nNo.

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nThis is Brodda Yan’an’s umbrella.

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nShe needed to give it back.

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nZhao Qian’s expressions darkened as he was agitated by her declining attitude.

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n“No?” He smiled coldly, “It’s not your call!”

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nThe boy stepped forward and made a grab at the umbrella furiously.

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nYe Sang was nowhere as strong as he was, and she stumbled backward from his push and fell into a puddle of water.

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nThe puddle soaked her dress and she felt her knees burning in pain.

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nThe little thing didn’t cry this time. She pursed her lips together and climbed up from the ground. She looked up at the boy who forcefully took away her umbrella and stretched a hand out, repeating two words stubbornly,

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n“The key.”

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nShe knew that she wouldn’t be able to get the umbrella back.

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nZhao Qian raised an eyebrow as he didn’t expect the brat to not cry.

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nHe sneered, “You want the key?”

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nThe boy threw it in a puddle and swaggered off with the umbrella, leaving an instruction lightly in the air,

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n“Look for it yourself!”

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nAnd the little thing did.

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