Chapter 438 - Chapter 438: Chapter 275: The Fish Took the Bait!_2 (2/2)

Lin Chuan put down his teacup and smiled, “Xinxin, think about it, a person who looks smart, if they become an agent, the opposition will suspect them in minutes, and they would be a prime suspect indeed.”

“The not-so-smart ones?” Little Landlady asked blankly.

“They don’t seem too bright; who would suspect them?” Lin Chuan blinked and continued, “So, precisely because Hao and Hou don’t seem too bright, they are more suited to be agents.”

Little Landlady suddenly realized, “That makes sense.”

Suddenly!

She abruptly turned to Lin Chuan and paused for a second.

Then, she immediately asked, “When you said I’d also make a good agent, were you calling me dumb?”

Lin Chuan grinned awkwardly: “You aren’t very dumb.”

Little Landlady pretended to raise her small fists, speaking fiercely yet adorably, “I practise fighting diligently, and next time, I’ll suppress you! Humph! Make you admit you’re dumber than me!”

“Are you sure you can beat me?” Lin Chuan countered.

Little Landlady faltered, huffing angrily. She seemed to think of a way to defeat Lin Chuan: “I’ll first make sure your legs give out and you have to steady yourself against the wall; then I can easily beat you!”

Lin Chuan was startled, his eyes widened.

My goodness!

That’s so Little Landlady’s style, even her method to defeat me is unique!

“See how formidable I am?”

Little Landlady proudly giggled.

Lin Chuan ruffled her hair, leaned in close to her ear, and whispered softly, “Tonight, don’t beg for mercy.”

The warmth of his breath tickled Little Landlady’s earlobe; she couldn’t help but shrink her neck and tilt her head slightly, softly snorting, “Chairman, we’re in the office!”

“Cough!”

Lin Chuan cleared his throat and sat up straight, “Let’s discuss the serious matters first!”

Little Landlady blinked, her smile winning.

Following that, Lin Chuan earnestly warned Little Landlady not to casually reply to messages from Monkey Editor.

Little Landlady nodded gravely.

Lin Chuan’s warning was firmly etched in her memory, very securely.

“Chairman, I have a question.” After receiving Lin Chuan’s counsel, Little Landlady asked.

“Speak.”

“It’s something that also puzzled Qingqing; this morning, while Qingqing came to investigate Karl, she also asked me how you know so much about agents?” Little Landlady chuckled.

“What did you say?” Lin Chuan asked.

“I said you research and watch documentaries,” Little Landlady blinked. This line had always been Lin Chuan’s standard answer.

Lin Chuan laughed heartily, “Right, that’s it.”

“Do you think I believe that?” Little Landlady countered.

As his partner, she mostly knew what Lin Chuan did each day.

“Then I am indeed an agent!” Lin Chuan openly admitted!

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The winter dawn gently lifted the curtain of the night, and amid the utterly calm, a sliver of sunlight quietly descended. The sky, deep blue and leisurely white clouds adorned with golden edges, appeared as gentle strokes on the edge of a dream.

The sun, the winter poet, used light as its brush and the sky as its paper, scattering radiant verses. It pierced through the thin mist, softly touching each inch of the sleepy earth, and under this tender touch, everything awoke, displaying the unique vitality and hope of winter.

In the woods, light and shadow interplayed, like fragments of time, dancing and spinning on the branches, each leaf bearing the kisses of sunlight, shining with the brilliance of life. Those withered leaves, though nearing the end of their life, bloomed brilliantly in this light, like aging poets whose pens still flowed with immortal verses.

On the streets, the figures of pedestrians elongated, dancing with the sunlight, their steps light, faces brimming with the joy and contentment under the warm winter sun. The sunlight, like a warm embrace, dispelled the cold, allowing souls to find a resting place, letting every spirit find its sanctuary in this brightness.

The distant mountains, outlined by the sunlight, appeared gracefully curvaceous; at their base, a thin layer of snow covered the ground like a pristine white gown shimmering in the sunlight, interacting beautifully with the surrounding scenery, composing a captivating winter scene.

At this moment, winter was no longer just synonymous with cold and desolation; it was a flowing poem, a vivid painting, filled with warmth, hope, and beauty. Let us feel the gentleness and poetry of winter in this brilliant sunlight, letting our spirits truly relax and elevate.