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Ye Wei hung up the phone and Eleven took off her earphone. Ye Wei looked out of the window with her ever enchanting smile on her face, covering up the true emotions in her eyes. The evening wind blew in from the window and her beautiful long hair was scattered in the air. The chip in her hand seemed to burn like a fire, burning the palm of her hand as if it was about to be engraved in her bone.

She had mixed feelings and thought about what had happened in the banquet venue. 'Mo Jue, do you really not know that it was me?' If she was a second slower, the person behind her would have shot her.

She was bound to die. Was he too confident in her, or did he plan to kill her? She realized that she could not understand Mo Jue's mind. He could have not said that he was his man. Why did he tell her?

Sometimes real, sometimes fake. She had to guess the meaning and intention behind every word and action. She hated to guess people's hearts.

Especially Mo Jue's.