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The two of them ultimately did not breathe a word or exchange looks. Eleven gave him the cold shoulder and silhouette whereas he was as cold and somber. The atmosphere in the glass room was solemn.

Ding Ke and Claire watched from outside. They saw Mo Ye's tall silhouette almost cover everything and there was nary a sound. Ding Ke and Claire were somewhat uneasy for a full twenty minutes.

Nobody said a word, and Ding Ke felt that he really did not understand Mo Ye. While he did not quite understand Mo Ye when the latter faced Eleven, he did not know why he showed a shade of pity toward Eleven. Ding Ke felt a sense of familiarity toward Eleven, but he could not quite put a finger on it. Having followed Big Boss Mo for almost ten years, he knew Big Boss Mo's affairs extremely well and did not miss a thing. He, for some reason, felt that the woman inside was long related to Big Boss Mo, but he could not recall when he had seen her before.