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Bo Jiu stilled as the man lowered himself, a smile on his face. "Why are you hiding here?"

Bo Jiu tilted her head, blocking the screen. His gaze dimmed, a hint of danger in his eyes but the moment he saw the image on her screen, the danger went away. "Seems like you are a computer addict."

Bo Jiu straightened, acting like a misbehaving student that was caught by her teacher. She pushed her laptop to the side, her earphones coming loose and the background music blasting through the speakers.

At this moment, Bo Jiu got a good look at the man's outfit. He was wearing a sweater beneath the white gown, a gentle and civilized appearance matched with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles. He was someone that let you lower your guard easily.