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The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

The all-powerful boss is stripped of his identity again! One is handsome while the other is proud; the two-faced refined rascal versus a cynical girl with hidden identities. Everyone secretly jokei that Master Mo’s wife is an ignorant and incompetent little tyrant. Bad at her studies? Lu Mian emergei as the top student for science at her college entrance examination. No talent? Lu Mian shows everyone how competent she is at multitasking by playing the piano with one hand, and painting with the other during a live performance. A prodigal? She makes a small fortune in just two days with her limited knowledge. Boxing, Go chess, appraising treasures, car racing… Bring it on! She can do them all. The soft-spoken Xiao Qimo adjusts his glasses with pride. “Who else has something to say?” One of his subordinates raises his hand cautiously. “Master Mo, your wife seems to be the one who single-handedly destroyed the illegal laboratory.” Xiao Qimo looks at his wife who is quietly practicing calligraphy. “That’s impossible!” It isn’t until… During the general meeting for the International Elite Organization, both Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian wear a mask. They take the stage and succeed as the organization’s Chief and Deputy Chief, respectively. The Deputy Chief beside me looks like my wife. This is Xiao Qimo’s thought. The Chief looks like someone I know. Lu Mian is thinking the same thing, too. Soon, the newly appointed Chief is seen blocking his deputy at the ladies’ room. What happens when two strong and uncorrupted individuals fall for each other?

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Chapter 164: Find a Way to Get Brother Mian to Draw (Additional Chapter)

After a while.

Shouhao, stroking his chin, "It kind of looks like it… and kind of doesn't; I can't make anything out at all!"

Panghao, flicking through a notebook, imitated his old man's tone.

"The brushwork on this burger wrapper is delicate, coherent and carries a hint of rebellious casualness. Although this one bears some resemblance, it lacks a certain wild flavor," Panghao fancied himself quite the critic.

The first part of that statement was actually something he had overheard from his dad.

Shouhao slapped his thigh, "So then, you're saying, Lu Mian is the Guardian God of Wucheng?"

"Can't really say that..." Panghao shook his head, "Although Lu Mian eats burgers, we've never seen her paint, have we? We need evidence for this sort of thing!"

"That's easy!" Shouhao smiled slyly: "We'll just find a way to get Lu Mian to paint one herself, and that'll settle it!"