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Spending time with Zhai Yin felt like being possessed by a ghost… another way to put it was that this Zhai Yin was harder to deal with than a ghost. Now that Wang Ling had given him a warning in the Wang family's small villa, he didn't follow them upstairs. But in fact, after leaving the villa the last time, Wang Ming had personally raised the issue with President Qi. If it hadn't been for President Qi's directive, it was likely that Zhai Yin might have continued to be bull-headed about following Wang Ming everywhere.

As soon as they got back to the room on the second floor, Wang Ming flopped onto the bed as if it was his own; he truly felt utterly drained.