74 The Style of Art Has Changed Like a Tornado 4yr

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Ye Ling looked at the little darling in front of him. He was good-looking and smart. He was very steady for his age. After all, he was still a child and did not pose a threat to him. However,… he had a mysterious suspicion again.
Did he really not have his genes?
No matter how he saw it, he had inherited all his genes.
Forget it, Zhong Ran had already checked thoroughly. There was nothing to be suspicious of. Perhaps, it had to do with the heart. A person's heart would have affected too many things. After all, he had his little princess's heart in his body. Once he had this thought, he came to terms with it.
All the servants had retreated. No one was near. The bodyguards in black stood far away. There were only Ye Ling and Tong Hua in the living room.
"I don't like you," Tong Hua said.
Ye Ling looked at him coldly. "What a coincidence. I also don't like you."
They both looked at each other and were fed up.
He wished he could destroy any person or anything that took away Shen Qianshu's attention.
Except his little princess.
"The person mummy loves most is me."
"Even if I kill you?" Ye Ling became even more vicious. The little brat in front of him was really a huge eye