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(9) The moment he got off the plane, Thousand Mountains regretted it. His family’s Mountain Pup Lu had once been fostered with Mad Lad for a couple of days, but back then, Mad Lad happened to be frequently traveling to the capital for business, so he had gone to Thousand Mountains’ place to pick up the husky himself. After playing with the dog, he…

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After lunch on Saturday, Su Shijin and Gu Weiyang drove back home. Su Shijin had arranged to meet Jian Lexin at 3 p.m. He didn’t rest for long after getting home and soon packed up his things to head out. It was only when he reached the garage that Su Shijin remembered his car was still parked near Gu Weiyang’s company. After these few…

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Chapter 19 The Bet After Shen Wanchao left, Zhou Hui got up to close the tea room door. Thank goodness, Huo Yun’s phone call had finally ended. He was so engrossed in the call that Huo Yun didn’t know someone had come and gone, and overheard his intimate conversation with his mistress.  Huo Yun sat down at the tea table with a smile, but he…

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“Give me the wooden plaque.” Jion, with his cheeks puffed out, rummaged through the bag beside him and handed him the wooden plaque he had taken out. Kwon Chasa placed his hand on the plaque and remained motionless for a moment, then handed it back to Jion. “If a ghost that looks suspicious approaches, absolutely do not engage with them.” “…….” “I can’t stay…

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Yellowed walls reeking of mold and a tacky calendar from who-knows-where. An office where a copy of Mencius, brought in by thugs who didn’t even read books just to keep up appearances, was rotting on the bookshelf. There, an older thug turned to me and said, “Hey, you bastard, Seongho. Go make me some coffee.” Hawk—tuah! He was the boss I used to work…

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