Zhong Jueqing's hair floated in the night sky in strands of white, as if in water, with buoyancy, it was silvery white, coming from the exhaustion of black.

He stared and said: "I believe... I have worked in the Security Bureau for more than ten years, and I am still very accurate... You are telling the truth, right."

Su Changxing suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the other party really believed in him, a solid trust.

Is this the charisma of personality?

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