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Han Jingnian stared at the message Xia Wan'an had sent to Zhang Te's mobile phone, frowning with a skeptical expression. After frowning a couple of times, he reluctantly picked up his phone and imitating Zhang Te's usual style, he typed, "Ma'am, I'm sorry. I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it again. I will work for the company for a year without compensation."
After ending his chat with Xia Wan'an, Han Jingnian thought for a while before picking up the landline on his desk and dialing Zhang Te's internal number.
With the call being picked up, a loud sneezing sound came through the handset.
A hint of disgust passed through Han Jingnian's eyes, and he coldly dropped a sentence, "come to my office," and then planned to hang up the phone without waiting for Zhang Te's response. However, just as he was about to put down the handset, he heard another sneeze from Zhang Te's end.
Had Zhang Cheng caught a cold?
