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Feng Qiao villa.

"Viscount Tang, she's already dead. She died two years ago!"

Ye Yi's voice carried unwillingness and sadness as she directly entered the ears of the handsome man in front of her. His face was dark and filled with anger.

Tang Yijue was already on the verge of erupting in rage. Perhaps it was because of these words, but suddenly a dangerous aura filled the room.

The spacious bedroom suddenly became extremely cold.

With a cold expression, Tang Yijue approached Ye Yi step by step.

A powerful aura enveloped Ye Yi, suppressing her so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

He looked at her, his eyes as cold as frost without a trace of emotion. He then said, "Don't try to challenge my bottom line. I don't wish for you to challenge this result."

Ye Yi's body slightly shrank, but she quickly composed herself and fearlessly looked him in the eye.

She met his intimidating gaze and said mournfully, "Don, how about we go back to our childhood? Can we forget about her? "

However, the only response she got was an even colder aura.

"Get out!" His eyes became somewhat sinister, and even his voice concealed a trace of killing intent.

"Don't appear in front of my eyes again. I already said that no one can enter this room, much less talk about her with me!"

Ye Yi couldn't help but shed tears, her emaciated figure became even more pitiful.

"Don, why?"

"I said get lost!" Tang Yijue's eyes were terrifying to the extreme.

Ye Yi's whole body shivered, and her tears could not stop.

"Tang YiJue, you are a complete fool!"

After saying so, she looked at him deeply with a pained gaze. She then turned around and quickly ran away.

Tang Yijue didn't pay any attention to the distant Ye Yi. He stood there in silence for a long time, before turning his gaze to the picture frame on the ground.

The person in the photo frame was a beautiful woman who had a shallow smile on her face.

Her amber eyes were bright and clear, but they were also tainted with a layer of fog that no one could understand.

She was wearing a red dress that reached to her knees, which accentuated her flawless appearance.

Tang Yijue crouched down and swept away the broken glass on the photo frame. He was lost in thought while staring at the photo.

His body was lonely and dark, cold and reserved. The oppressive aura from earlier was dispelled.

"Daddy …"

A young and tender voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, carrying a drowsy look that had just awoken.

Tang YiJue looked towards the direction of the voice. When he saw the little girl that resembled him, he couldn't help but feel a touch of gentleness.

Tang Yijue strode over to the girl and took her into his arms.

"Why are you up?" His voice was unnaturally soft. "Is little Loser hungry?"

Little Luoshen stuck his head out of Lou Zigui's arms and Tang realized his eyes were red.

"Daddy, I want Mommy …"

Tang Yijue was stunned, a touch of helplessness and sadness flashed across his picturesque eyes.

Tang Yijue kissed his cute little face and intimately wiped away his tears before coaxing, "Don't tell me Luoshen doesn't want a father anymore?"

"Father... "Yes." Little Loser blinked his bright eyes.

"Good boy …" Duke Tang rubbed his head.

At this time, an abrupt ringtone sounded.

Tang Yijue held Little Luoshen in one hand and took out his phone with the other.

Looking at the unfamiliar caller ID, he frowned and then picked up the call.

"..."

However, there was no sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"Who?" Tang Yijue asked.

Tang Yijue frowned again. He looked at the screen and was about to hang up when a female voice came from the other end.

"And also …"

Tang Yijue's eyes lit up with disbelief as he stared at the screen.

He opened his mouth, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. "Star … Dawn …?"

Tang Yijue's voice was hoarse and weak, as if he was trying to find out what was going on.