"Mo Zhengyan, how can I smell sour when you say that?" Song Jueyue was staring at the computer screen and looking at the project forecast map. When she heard this, she turned around with a smile and said, "If you are jealous, you can talk about it."

"I'm just telling the truth." Mo Zhengyan said, and he sat down in a chair beside him. "Shouldn't an old friend go out for dinner when he meets again in another city?"

"I'd like to, but the doctor said I'm going to have a good rest these days." Song Jue Dao said, "What if you really continue to be so allergic and disfigured...