"Do you only make your family unhappy?" Ye Yiren sounded like an elder sister lecturing her younger sister. "Bo Cixue almost caused you to lose your life, but you still have contact with her. I told you the truth, but you didn't do anything."
"Would Sister harm you?"
Ye Qingcheng looked at Ye Yiren's cold and beautiful eyes and a smile appeared on her lips. "Sister? I think you're the one who wants me to be in a vegetative state the most!"
Ye Qingcheng shook her hand and went downstairs.
Ye Yiren looked at Ye Qingcheng's back with a dark expression. She was clearly furious.
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Ye Qingcheng went downstairs.
From afar, she saw the man talking to Ye Xuan.
The man was wearing a hand-tailored white shirt. The fitting cut wrapped around his tall body. From her angle, she could only see his side profile. He was handsome and luxurious.