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... ing and then pulled his brows together. “Why are you in your room, Vice-captain.”

Boss answered, “Secret passage. I have a secret passage to enter my room. You know how risky it is in our line of work. We need a means of avoiding murderers, stalkers and the sort.”

If I could lie as fluently and righteously as Boss, I’d never be fooled.

Tang Ye pulled his brows in tighter. I had seen Su Xiao and Zizi make the same face before. Every single time I saw that face, I’d hear somethin ...

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