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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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Get On, I'll Bring You Home

Editor: Atlas Studios

The young girl looked at the mother-daughter duo with clear eyes that had a look of understanding and seeing through the entire world.

Before the mother-daughter duo could react, the hands on their shoulders had already retracted.

Lu Mian picked up her bag again and walked upstairs. She laughed while walking. "Your acting skills are pretty good, but the script is horrible."

Lu Xinnuan and Fu Man were both embarrassed.

Lu Mian had always spoken in this manner, like a sword of average weight stabbing into one's heart, which could not be removed or pressed down; every second and minute, it was torturing the person.

The dignified and mighty cover was taken down by her effortlessly, leaving pure schemes and calculations behind.

Lu Mian ignored them and directly went upstairs.

She opened her bag and scanned across the dark room, before putting her hairpin, gift boxes and a few books into her bag.