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"Is there something you're hiding from me about that incident?"
Mo Shangjun paused as she was about to take the wine glass and then nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, "No."
As soon as the word fell, she slightly lowered her eyelids and drained the wine in her glass.
"No." Watching her, Chen Lu murmured these three words, his expression ambiguous. After a moment, he snorted, "Anyway, I can't tell when you're lying."
Initially, Mo Shangjun had four teachers.
Some taught her wilderness survival, like him, and others taught her shooting, hand-to-hand combat, and other skills.
At that time, apart from himself, the other three were veterans, each with their own jobs, specially hired by Mo Shangjun's grandfather to teach her.
Those three often accompanied her.
As for him, he came to teach Mo Shangjun whenever he was free, since wilderness survival could not be carried out indefinitely, probably accompanying her to various places once or twice every quarter.
