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Chapter 431 His camouflage skills are really top-notch!
The man sighed: "How can you tell?"

This time the voice has changed, clear and clear like the first ray of wind in the morning.
It was Mo Qingcheng who was the voice.

He was also very puzzled, his current appearance was fundamentally different from Mo Qingcheng, how could she tell?

Sure enough it was him!

Ye Xuanji didn't know whether to be angry or laughing.

His camouflage skills are really top-notch!
Regardless of his voice, appearance, and body, he has changed.
If she wasn't extremely familiar with him, she wouldn't be able to detect...

But—no matter how good a person's camouflage skills are, he always has some small habits.
Some small habits that he may not care about.
For example, when he grabs someone, he likes to grab her arm.
And every time you grab it, use your thumb, middle finger and index finger.
The little finger is slightly raised, and even the force of grasping her is the same...

This little habit can be easily overlooked.
But although Ye Xuanji already hated him a little, she was unintentionally familiar with his little habits...

She was startled suddenly, since when did she know him so well?
Even the eldest brother didn't let her be so familiar...

Her face was a little pale.
Shaking his head, he didn't dare to think deeply about what such familiarity represented...

She didn't want to say this reason, so she just sneered and didn't answer his question.
She raised her eyes and looked directly at him: "What is the purpose of Prince Qingcheng coming here in disguise now? Did you come here to see my jokes?"

Mo Qingcheng lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed: "Xuanji, do you hate me?"

Ye Xuanji chuckled, as if he had told the biggest joke: "Why should I hate you? On one side is your own brother, and on the other side is a casual acquaintance. Even a fool knows how to choose. It's normal for you to do this, I I don't hate you."

Mo Qingcheng remained silent, only staring at her with a pair of eyes, and sighed softly after a long while: "You still hate me..."

(End of this chapter)