When Zhou Ling's consciousness portrait rippled, he smelled fresh prawns outside the room.
The commotion was almost imperceptible.
Gao Dao had been in the army for many years, so he was very sensitive to such subtle movements.
Seeing that their meeting was coming to an end, he looked around and approached Zhou Ling. "Boss, your relationship with the woman outside the house is…"
Zhou Ling looked up.
There were only the two of them in the consciousness space. Seeing that Gao Dao was still acting sneakily, he stared at him seriously as he said, "This doesn't concern our mission."
"I was just asking. Don't be angry." Gao Dao, who had pulled himself together, quickly noticed something amiss.
He put on a knowing expression.
However, Zhou Ling found him baffling.
But soon, he said, "Do you have any medicine that can quickly promote mental recovery?"
"Yes, yes!" Gao Dao replied.
