Hearing this, Xia Jinyuan raised his slender eyebrows. The smile on his handsome face that was covered by paint deepened. "One is me on a mission, and the other is me who's relaxed. They're both me. There's no difference."
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"You're a very cunning fellow!" Luke gritted his teeth again. Getting this answer was equivalent to not getting an answer. However, there was nothing he could do.
No matter how cunning this guy was, Luke couldn't hate him!
It was getting late. Luke, who still had to return to the Russian camp, stood up. Although his teeth were gritted together, there was a smile in his eyes. "If there's a chance, I'll definitely get you drunk!
"Cunning fellow! Why did I become friends with a cunning fellow? Anyway, goodbye!"
