C352 Cooked Rice

After a while, Zhan Beiting felt very sleepy. He tried his best to keep himself awake, but there was nothing he could do. He drew a long line on the paper with a pen in his hand.

Zhan Beiting fell asleep on the table. Mu Ziyan went into Zhan Beiting's office and put something on his nose that smelled good. Zhan Beiting frowned when he smelled it.

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