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Qin Yu saw through it, Luo Sen wasn't surprised but she saw too clearly, which made him both admire and feel something inexplicably.
That sense was hard to describe - he just put on gloves, casually picked up the human skin mask off the ground, threw it in a box, took off the gloves, and threw those in the trash. He then looked at Qin Yu.
"That's your guess. I'd like to know your thoughts."
"What thoughts? It's more about what you're thinking, uncle Luo," she replied.
"Go ahead. What do I think?"
But Qin Yu raised her hand. Luo Sen noticed that she was not wearing bracelets or other jewelry that night, only a watch.
"When someone deliberately wears a watch, it means they care about time. You are..."
"The ten minutes are almost up, Mister Luo," Qin Yu said as she lowered her hand and looked at him with a faint smile.
"As the male host, you should be more concerned about time than I am."
