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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 315: Brother Mian can't hold his liquor, remember that!

"A dinner gathering sounds great, I'm in too!"

Sheng Zixin, though he wasn't from Class 25, had the cheek to invite himself in from outside.

No one in the class paid him any attention.

Everyone was busy discussing among themselves, some wanted to sing, some craved hot pot, while others were keen on skewers.

"Luoluo, why don't you organize everyone. Now that Lu Mian is our class's stabilizing anchor, you are the senior stand-in. You've really been through a lot, entertaining the people from Era Middle School these days," someone suggested.

As for their class monitor, Bai Fangfei, ever since the Cang Xue audio incident, she had completely lost her spirit. She couldn't care less about anything, sitting at her desk enveloped in gloom, lost in her thoughts.

But everyone knew that she had effectively reached the end of her tenure as the class monitor.

Su Luo wasn't particularly bothered by these issues; she cast a glance at Lu Mian in the corner of the classroom, puzzled.