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Yian Song held his wine glass and smiled, "It's nothing. Mr. Muo, your acting skills are so seamless that I've already lost just by looking at your face,"
Pausing, his smile deepened, "But Mr. Muo, you're really quite strange. What's the point of competing with me over a win or loss? If you could be Mo Shiche for a lifetime, then no one could compete with you. But if you're only pretending to be Mo Shiche for the moment, then your biggest enemy should be the 'Mo Shiche' in Qiangwei's heart, not anyone else."
"Of course," Yian Song added, "all this is based on the premise that you want to develop a romantic relationship with Qiangwei. If you have a fiancée and have no plans to break up, then your current behavior is even more meaningless—what exactly are you trying to do?"
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[What exactly are you trying to do?]
Mo Shiche began pondering these words as soon as he got into the car.
