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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 120 The Decline of Learning (Extra)

The two of them synchronized like gods, searching the entire house for Lu Mian.

They quickly spotted the very same Brother Mian who was messing with them just a moment ago, standing merely a meter away, hands clasped behind his back solemnly watching them.

This overwhelming sense of déjà vu...

"Brother Mian?"

Lu Mian didn't respond, his expression still very serious.

The two exchanged a look—could he be drunk?

"How much did we drink?" Shouhao pondered with a bottle in hand, thinking it wasn't really that much.

Lu Mian pinched the bridge of his nose. What Shouhao said casually, she answered with utmost seriousness.

"Today, each person had a bottle, and each bottle is 330 milliliters, this beer is 5% alcohol, so we can calculate that today, each of us has consumed 1.65 units of alcohol."

Fat Hao: ?

Shouhao: ?

"OK, now it's my turn to ask you," Lu Mian said as she extended a slender finger, slightly bowed her head, and casually strolled around the private room.