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After the party, a slightly tipsy Kolev was helped to the door of the small villa by two clever middle managers from the factory.
He dismissed these two opportunists, hummed a tune, and turned to open the door as the security lock clicked open on its own.
Little Lyu's figure appeared on the small screen of the security lock, gesturing for silence.
What was going on?
Kolev closed the door and, curious, glanced towards the living room, where he saw Yang Ming sunk into the sofa.
Yang Ming hadn't even changed out of his military uniform, sitting there with his arms crossed.
Kolev leisurely strolled over, took the calming tea from the household robot's hand, thanked it, and sat directly next to Yang Ming, raising his hand to pat Yang Ming's thigh.
"Trouble?" Kolev asked.
Yang Ming let out a long sigh.
"Not exactly trouble," Yang Ming mumbled, "just got a bit of a fright."
