Yuwen Jing, who was in the middle of a meeting, sneezed again. He could no longer remember how many times he sneezed this afternoon.
The meeting room was silent. Everyone looked at Yuwen Jing, who was sitting in the main seat, with worried eyes.
"Master, are you okay?" Baro asked carefully.
"Master, you don't have a cold, do you? Do you want me to call the family doctor?" Allen was about to make a call.
"No, I'm fine. Let's continue." Yuwen Jing was also puzzled. He knew that he didn't have a cold. Why did he keep sneezing?
Allen touched his chin and looked at Yuwen Jing. "Master, if you don't have a cold, I think someone is saying bad things about you behind your back."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Baro was tired of Allen being so silly.
"I'm not spouting nonsense. When someone says bad things about you behind your back, you always sneeze. I was like this last time."
