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Chapter 176 - 157: National Project Registration
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Chapter 176: Chapter 157: National Project Registration

By the wall.

Zhao Yi and Lin Xiaoqing stood in a row, both looking down at their toes, their movements identical. frёewebηovel.cѳm

In that moment.

Zhao Yi deeply considered his facial expressions and reactions.

Because of the decade-plus worth of memories in his brain, he always felt like he was in his thirties. Coupled with his achievements after rebirth, his mentality hadn’t been adjusted for a long time. Doing something with Lin Xiaoqing felt like luring an ignorant teenage girl as a creepy uncle. When Lin Xudong saw him, his natural reaction was subconscious embarrassment.

But in reality?

He was only eighteen years old.

A typical eighteen-year-old high school student, when caught "kissing" a girl by her parents, what would their reaction be?

Head bowed.

Uneasy, helpless, and apprehensive.

"That’s right, this gesture!"

"This reaction is more likely to fool them."

Zhao Yi bowed his head, keeping his face straight while constantly adjusting his facial muscles, preventing an awkward smile from appearing.

Lin Xudong looked at Zhao Yi strangely.

From what he knew of Zhao Yi, he should be grinning and offering some kind of explanation before running away as if nothing had happened.

This kid was too slippery!

Lin Xudong prepared to confront him, determined to grab him and not let him go, then severely criticize and scold him for his behavior.

But what was going on now?

You’re still keeping your head down, looking aggrieved?

His daughter...

Lin Xudong looked at his daughter and immediately felt very depressed in his heart. He knew Lin Xiaoqing liked Zhao Yi, and it was impossible for her to be forced to do anything by him, as they were not on the same level in terms of strength. Because of this, Lin Xudong felt even more sour. Seeing Zhao Yi’s reaction only added to his frustration.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and asked, "What were you doing just now? I saw it all!"

"Dad! We didn’t."

Lin Xiaoqing hurriedly raised her head to explain shyly, even sneaking a glance at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi understood the meaning in her eyes: deny it.

I’ll cooperate with you for the time being... Zhao Yi found that he couldn’t keep pretending, so he simply returned to his normal expression, "Uncle Lin! What we did was normal..."

"What normal!"

Lin Xudong interrupted angrily, "What was going on just now? Explain it to me! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The upstairs door sounded.

"What’s with all the yelling at night!"

Zhao Hongjuan came downstairs from the upper floor, mumbling discontentedly, "I heard you shouting from upstairs; you have such a loud voice that the neighbors could hear it. In a little while, you’ll call the security guards over."

"Juan’er, you don’t know..."

Lin Xudong’s tone suddenly became quieter, but he was immediately interrupted by Zhao Hongjuan, "What happened? Didn’t you say you’d be back by eight? It’s already past nine."

"There was a last-minute case!"

Lin Xudong answered casually and wanted to continue the topic.

Zhao Yi subconsciously used the Causality Law and noticed an interesting thing—

Lin Xudong was lying.

Using the Supervision Law, he received feedback in his brain about two pieces of information: Lin Xudong blinked twice more than usual, indicating that something was off.

Another piece of information was that Lin Xudong spent most of his time in the car.

Late return, lying, the car...

"...?!"

Zhao Yi’s mouth was agape in surprise.

He looked at Lin Xudong suspiciously and said, "Uncle Lin, you were lying, right? It must not be work-related, right? I noticed that your blinking was a little faster just now. Although the frequency wasn’t high, it indicates..."

He didn’t finish.

Zhao Hongjuan immediately looked at Lin Xudong upon hearing this and asked, "Not work-related? Lin Xudong, what do you have to say?"

"Don’t listen to his nonsense!"

Lin Xudong’s voice became much louder. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Zhao Yi said, "Uncle Lin, I’ve helped you a lot before, and you know I know psychology."

Lin Xudong stared fiercely at Zhao Yi.

The two stared at each other.

After a quick exchange of glances, Zhao Yi received the signal and immediately redirected the conversation, "...But that’s true, you’re a detective, so you must know psychology, too. My judgment never seems to work on you, which is such a pity."

He shook his head and walked towards the door, politely saying, "Uncle Lin, Aunt Zhao, I’ll be going now."

"Be careful!"

Zhao Hongjuan politely replied and then asked Lin Xudong, "What happened just now that made you shout so loudly?"

Lin Xudong glared at the door wide-eyed, his fists clenched tightly, feeling extremely angry. But he simply said in annoyance, "It’s all because of Zhao Yi, Qingqing..."

He glanced at his daughter.

Lin Xiaoqing looked at him pitifully.

When he met Lin Xiaoqing’s eyes, Lin Xudong couldn’t say anything else. Since the person involved, Zhao Yi, had already left, how could he continue to scold his daughter?

"Forget it!"

Lin Xudong shook his head without saying anything further, but he felt suffocated with pent-up anger.

Also...

How on earth did Zhao Yi find out that he had lied?

He had indeed lied.

But it wasn’t a big deal. A woman at the police station had her purse snatched, and the woman was divorced with a child, and no one else was at home. The child was in the hospital receiving treatment, and the distance between the police station and the hospital was quite far.

Lin Xudong happened to be leaving work and offered to drive her to the hospital. He kindly checked on the hospitalized child.

It was a good deed.

But twenty years of experience told him that good deeds involving women, especially divorced women, could cause problems at home once explained.

When he went upstairs and returned home, Lin Xudong was still angry. He couldn’t help but say to Lin Xiaoqing, "Qingqing, we’re in the third year of high school now, that scoundrel..."

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