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Ch42 - Look, There’s a Spy

Seeing how the man in the wheelchair didn’t realize the abnormality and acted the same as usual caused Cheung Chuan’s hands to clench.

“Sir.” 

He asked, “Have you been taking care of yourself these days?”

Xie Mu showed him a smile, “I’ve been well.” 

As he said it, he lifted his head to look at the youth, the sight of Xie Mu looking gently and warmly towards Xie Shi felt like needles harshly stabbing into the most vulnerable spots in Cheung Chuan. 

“Xie Shi hired Dr Josel for me, It won’t be long before I fully recover.” 

The man was still smiling.

Cheung Chuan had served him for 5 years but the number of times he saw Xie Mu smile could be counted in one hand.

But now, the handsome man’s face was smiling, it was beautiful and extremely charming however all these smiles were given to Xie Shi. 

Cheung Chuan knew he shouldn’t be jealous.

No one understood what kind of person his Sir was better than he did.

Whoever stood next to Sir would never be his niece, even if there are no blood relations. 

Ah, he was jealous.

His jealous heart was in pain. 

He was so jealous, he couldn’t think straight.

Besides his ear, a smiling voice with a hint of gentleness was heard and it relaxed his whole body, “That child, did you bring him?”

Cheung Chuan knitted his eyebrows, concealing the jealousy in his eyes, as per usual he courteously responded to the sir’s questions.

“I bought him, he was sick hence I came earlier.”  

“Sick?”

Xie Mu eyebrows were knitted tightly, concern could be seen in his eyes, “Wasn’t it already treated?”

“It’s only a cold.”

Cheung Chuan doesn’t care for the child, even if that was his own blood. If it wasn’t for that woman’s scheme, he would’ve never had any relationships with anyone. 

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

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“You’re a father, don’t be too careless.”

Because of his criticism, Cheung Chuan only bowed his head deeper without speaking a word.

All his tenderness and patience were given to others long ago, why would there be any for him.

“Uncle.” 

Xie Shi who was quietly watching the two suddenly opened his mouth, a smile accompanying his words, he warmly suggested, “Let’s let the child sleep in the room next to you, it’s warmer over there.”

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