“Oh, what does it matter whether I think he’s good or not? What matters is what you think.” Now Ding Jingman’s matchmaking enthusiasm erupted. She no longer felt her waist aching and sat up, pulling Yu Yi to ask this and that about her relationship with Gong Shi, whether he had shown any signs of liking her…
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Tu Feibai finished his phone call and went out with Gong Shi.
Gong Shi drove the car, with Tu Feibai sitting in the back seat. Looking at Gong Shi in front, he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, then suddenly asked: “Did you touch her?”
Gong Shi laughed: “Commander, if you’ve set your eyes on a woman, how would I dare touch her? Just now A Ju couldn’t reach the soup pot, so she asked me to help.”
Tu Feibai extinguished the cigarette butt and flicked it out the window: “Good!”
Gong Shi subtly moved the corner of his mouth, then fell silent and focused on driving.
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Tu Feibai had told Ding Jingman he would return after midnight and told her not to wait up. Since Ding Jingman had just recovered from illness and was easily fatigued, she went to bed early.
Yu Yi returned to her room, waited a while, and estimated that Ding Jingman was asleep. She quietly went downstairs and entered the study. In the moonlight, a thin layer of dust on the bookshelves appeared silver-white, with only a small dust-free area in a dark color, making it easy to find the mechanism. She reached in, gripped the handle, and pulled forcefully.
The bookshelf on the other side moved outward with a low, grinding sound. Perhaps due to frequent use or having been oiled, the movement was very quiet and wouldn’t be heard outside the study. This was why Yu Yi dared to explore here late at night.
The bookshelf stopped moving. Yu Yi used a hairpin to unlock the hidden door and pushed it open, discovering the door was much thicker than a normal wooden door, about twice the thickness.
