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Chapter 10 Get Your Dirty Hands Off

It's just a useless man, why are you so cold?

Within three seconds, Ye Qingling cursed Ye Xiyue thousands of times in his heart, just like a shrew, crossing his waist and cursing him loudly.?

Ye Xiyue's eyes were extremely cold, "Are you deaf? I told you to... take away your dirty hands! Are you so unaware of yourself?"

Ye Qingling was furious and rose up, "Ye Xiyue, you are too presumptuous, you dare to talk to me like this?"

After saying that, she raised her hand and wanted to wave to Ye Xiyue's face-

‘Bang!’ Ye Qingling’s belt instantly landed on the ground. Ye Qingling felt her clothes loose and lowered her head to look. She hurriedly picked up the waist on the ground and held it in her arms to prevent it from being exposed.

"Ye Xiyue, it's your fault!"

"Which eye did you see that I was the one who did it?" Ye Xiyue raised her eyebrows. Unexpectedly, when she came through time, her ability to retrieve objects from a distance did not disappear.

"You..." Ye Qingling was silent. She didn't see it...

Mo Lan frowned, he didn't see it, but seeing Yue'er's expression, it was obviously her, how did she take action?

Ye Qingya secretly recalled that Ling'er's belt fell just now, and she didn't see anyone present taking action.

Ye Han turned his gaze on Ye Xiyue. Is it Yue'er?

"Bold!" Ye Qingling roared and slapped Ye Xiyue in the face as if she was anxious.

"You're enough!" Ye Xiyue's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and she grabbed Ye Qingling's hand.

"Bold!" Just as Ye Xiyue held Ye Qingling, a roar that seemed to be awakened by a wild beast was raised. This time, it was not someone else's voice, but Ye Han not far away.

A huge pain came from Ye Qingling's wrist. She subconsciously bit her lip, "Grandpa, Ye Xiyue is too much. She actually got into trouble and wanted to kill her sister."

Ye Xiyue held her hand coldly.

Ye Han came forward and his voice was majestic, "Yue'er... Be careful, don't hurt yourself."

"Grandpa, do you believe me?" Ye Xiyue grabbed Ye Qingling's hand and turned around to ask.

Ye Han nodded without hesitation, "Believe."

Ye Qingya completely ignored it and wanted to watch the show.

Mo Lan was a little confused. Why did she have such a big temper? I guess it must be Qingling who did something that made her angry.

Ye Qingling widened his eyes and said, "Grandpa, how can you?"

Is there any truth?

She is obviously the one who is standing on the passive side now, and Ye Xiyue is also the one who is held tightly by Ye Xiyue. Why did grandpa ask Ye Xiyue to be careful?

She was so angry.

She really doubted whether her grandfather was old and was afraid that she had to protect Ye Xiyue in everything.

"Why can't it be!" Ye Xiyue shook her hand and threw Ye Qingling away fiercely, "Ye Qingling, you said, how should I settle the score with you?"

"What do you mean?" Ye Qingling roared, "What are you crazy? Relying on your grandfather's love for you, you are so unscrupulous? Ye Xiyue, don't forget that I am your third sister. If it is spread, you are not afraid of embarrassment."

"Shameful? No matter how embarrassed I am, I am a useless person. Is there anything more embarrassing than this? You said you are my third sister? OK, today I want to ask you, a good sister, how did I fall off the cliff? Hum?" Ye Xiyue pressed step by step.

Ye Qingling covered her painful wrist and stepped back step by step. Strangely, Ye Xiyue obviously had no force, but her hand actually hurt so much.
Chapter completed!
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