The home visit went very smoothly, as if it were a warm visit for an outstanding graduate.
The atmosphere was so harmonious that one could momentarily forget the teacher's identity as a Spy Master.
Late at night, after the teacher had left, Lu Xiang didn't idle about either. She began to rummage through her belongings, thoroughly searching every place the other had stayed, and after confirming that no listening devices or micro-cameras had been left behind, she finally lay down on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Aren't you being a bit too paranoid?"
As Song Lan washed the dishes, he asked, "I thought your teacher seemed pretty nice."
"That's because you've never attended her class."
You can't trust the expressions and words of a spy. Anyone who had attended that class would've come to the same conclusion, "At that time, the teacher was all smiles while playing a video of a student making inappropriate remarks at home."
