MTL - Different Dimension Game - Chapter 8 New York at 7:30

Yang Yi was orphaned as a child. Foul play was ruled out by the authorities, but Yang Yi always suspected otherwise. Finally, once he was older, he met one of his father’s old friends who revealed the truth about his parents’ deaths. His father was an intelligence broker and had stumbled upon a mysterious, powerful independent spy organization. Both his parents’ were murdered to ensure the organization remained a secret.

Since he was unable to forget why they died, due to his eidetic memory, the only way he could be at ease was to seek revenge. In order to fight against the mysterious organization, he would first have to train in the art of espionage. However, not even one of the national spy agencies was willing to accept Yang Yi into their ranks due to his father’s sensitive identity.

Left to forge his own path into the field, he seeks out his father’s old allies for help. He learns how to be a spy in unexpected places while gathering the resources and allies necessary to form his own private spy organization.

Follow Yang Yi in his quest for vengeance! Follow Yang Yi as he prepares for A War Between Spies!

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He was always accommodating her in every possible way before they started dating.After they started dating, she couldn’t help but ask: “Do you like me a lot?”His gaze was intense, and without hesitation, he said: “Mm, I like you a lot.”She was stunned, looking at him and was lost for a moment. It took her a while to react, and she casually asked again—“Uh... so before, did you and your girlfriends...”“I've never had a girlfriend,” he interrupted. “Su Wan, before meeting you, I never intended to fall in love.”...This is the story of a cool and elegant violinist making a high-profile declaration of love to a shy, beautiful man.Warm, quirky, sweet but not cloying.

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[sweet, pampering][strong FL, 1v1]He was an absolute noble, decisive and cold-hearted, yet he was persistently entwined with her, doting incessantly.The first time they met, he questioned, “Six years ago, was it you?”The second time they met, he was holding a paternity test, “You still dare to say your son isn't mine?”The nth time they met, she finally lost her patience, “Sir, will you ever give it a rest?”The man lifted the corners of his mouth, smiling with a deep and enchanting charm, “Not before our second child is born.”