Blaming oneself for being too young

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It took Ling Lei quite a while to find her voice again, hoarse as if she hadn't drunk water for days.

"...How do you know? Could it be..."

Lin Tang blinked mysteriously and made a secret-keeping gesture, lowering her voice, "Speak softly, keep it a secret."

She wasn't ready to reveal her pharmaceutical abilities just yet.

Ling Lei understood and looked astonished, her face filled with emotion.

"...Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Her expression was one of disillusionment.

Comrade Lin Tang could actually make medicine, and she was quite skilled at it—who would have thought?!

Anyways, she would never have guessed.

Lin Tang watched her drift back to her seat in a daze and shook her head.

Tsk, blaming it on her own youth.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have shocked someone like that.

She touched her smooth, tender cheek and felt that being young was indeed wonderful.

Just then, Qiao Cheng entered the office.