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Ling stepped out to smooth things over. Those reporters were clearly afraid of him and didn't dare to push too far. The next day's news report came out more tactful, a stark contrast to their previous...Mo Yao let out a breath without showing any emotion. His Xiaobai had arrived, though two hours later than expected, he was still happy. Mo Yao's happiness sometimes came in peculiar ways; stoic and poker-faced, it was impossible to tell if he was happy or not.

Mò Xiǎobái had already changed into his pajamas, and as soon as he lifted the covers, he lay down. He was used to sleeping with Mò Yáo, and it felt normal to him. He couldn't sleep well without Mò Yáo by his side. Although sometimes in the middle of the night, when he woke up and saw himself hugging Mò Yáo tightly, he felt a little awkward, he still really liked sleeping beside Mò Yáo. 。 。Mo Yao's voice was cold, "The master is the master, the subordinate is the subordinate. Don't think that because you have some seniority you can usurp authority. People like this in the Mafia, I wou...