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"Achoo!"
As Lin Fan pushed open the door to the study,
he couldn't help but sneeze.
This sudden sound prompted Ning Mengyao, who had been dozing off on the desk, to sit up in a hurry.
"When did you get back?"
Upon checking the time, it was already late into the night.
Ning Mengyao stretched and said.
"I haven't been back for long, I had a strong smell of alcohol on me, so I took a shower."
Lin Fan rubbed his nose and said.
"You're not coming down with a cold, are you?"
Ning Mengyao asked with concern.
"No, perhaps someone bad was talking behind my back."
Lin Fan rubbed his nose again,
curiously looking at the thick stack of topographic maps on the desk.
"Is this for a new project at the company?"
"What are you talking about, these are the underwater mapping graphs of lakes nearby Jiangning, all insider information I got by pulling some strings."
Ning Mengyao immediately perked up when speaking about this matter.
