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Qin Mo's gaze turn cold and the air around him changed noticeably. His dark brows lifted, his face cold and taunt.

But right at that moment, the least sensitive member, Lin Feng, was seated beside him. He tilted his head, looking at Hoshino. "Judging by your previous words, you must really admire our Little Spade."

Hoshino didn't avoid the question, instead, he turned towards Bo Jiu and smiled faintly, his face ravishing. "Yes."

The moment he replied, Qin Mo's eyes darkened.

Lin Feng had more to say but could sense the coldness that was radiating from his captain. He sat back and hid his head.