"Xiaoyue..." Mr. Yang was shaking all over, as if he had been slapped hard, his face turned pale, and his hands were shaking so hard that his crutches fell to the floor.

A bang sound...

Extremely clear, deep shock and...excitement welled up in Mr. Yang's cloudy eyes, and he was about to grab Cheng Anya's hand tremblingly.

Ye Chen's lips curled up in a strange arc, his evil eyes sparkled with devilish light, and he looked at the gloomy Mr. Yang with a half-smile.

Be miserable!

Be miserable!

You are not one ten thousandth as good as I was back then.

What you owe me, from now on, slowly, bit by bit, I will pay you back ten thousand times!

Cheng Anya's heart pounded, and she turned her head to look at Ye Chen, only to see a hint of bitter hatred flashing across the corners of his lips. Her hair suddenly stood on end, and a chill ran down her spine.

"Mr. Yang, you have recognized the wrong person, I..."

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" The sound of Mr. Yang's crutches hitting the ground attracted Yang Zekun. Mr. Yang's whole body was agitated, and all his emotions quickly calmed down.

Time passed very quickly, as if the excitement and shock just now were just Cheng Anya's temporary delusion.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, squatted down slowly, picked up Mr. Yang's crutches, and raised his eyes with a gentle and humble smile, showing the usual elegance of Mr. Ye.

Personable.

"Mr. Yang, your crutch."

Mr. Yang took it as if nothing had happened. He just looked at Ye Chen with an unpredictable light in his eyes. He patted the worried Yang Zekun and said, "It's okay, Zekun. It's just a slippery hand."

Cheng Anya was full of surprise and did not dare to say anything easily. Ye Chen seemed to do it on purpose. He glanced at the rose tear on her chest and asked with a smile: "Mr. Yang, are you surprised? Seeing the rose tear again."

Yang Zekun frowned, seeing rose tear again? What's the meaning? When this necklace became popular all over the world, Mr. Yang once said that the person who could design this necklace must be a gentle and passionate girl.

Later I learned that the designer of this necklace was Ye Chen.

Mr. Yang just smiled and said nothing more.

Except for appearing at the MBS 50th anniversary reception, this necklace has almost never appeared in public. Ye Chen, what does this mean?

His grandfather seemed to be too indulgent towards Ye Chen.

"I'm very surprised. Rose Tear is Mr. Ye's famous work and his only work. Who knows, the appearance of such a precious necklace at my banquet really surprised me." Mr. Yang looked at Ye Chen deeply. "Mr. Ye really gave me face."

This sentence was almost said through gritted teeth, but his expression no longer fluctuated as before.

"Where." Ye Chen hugged Cheng Anya's waist and almost pulled her towards him, intimately, her delicate facial features were elegant and charming, "Gems match beauty, Miss Cheng is my most important woman, she is wearing this necklace, Worthy!"

As soon as these words came out, Yang Zekun's eyes suddenly sank, shooting out a sharp light, while Cheng Anya remained silent, just standing quietly beside Ye Chen, as calm as a spring mountain.

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