Ye Lu's pupils instantly widened, shocked by the unexpected twist.
After a long time, infinite joy surged in her heart, she laughed and cried with excitement, grabbing his sleeve and laughing desperately: "Yuanyuan and Yiyi are okay, they are not dead, right?"
"Correct." Third Young Master Jun couldn't help but smile.
"You tricked me again." Ye Lu was so angry she wanted to punch him hard, "You bastard, if you don't explain clearly, I won't talk to you for a month."
It made her suffer immense pain, really believing she had lost Yuanyuan and Yiyi, the two children. That kind of heart-wrenching pain, even now thinking about it, still mildly aches in her heart.
Too excessive, this bastard.
