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Five minutes later, Li Huan was tied to the office chair.
He looked at Chen Jin and smiled, "Don't mess around. I still need to do rounds later."
"This week you're assigned to consultations, not rounds." Chen Jin leaned against the desk and said sternly, "Don't try to evade this. Whose child is that?"
"Zhou Zhao's." Li Huan answered seriously and firmly.
Chen Jin's lips twitched, his brows furrowing, "You should know what I'm talking about."
Li Huan rolled his eyes, "Isn't it just a comic? Pure coincidence."
"It may seem like a coincidence that the three of us resemble the characters in the comic. But that little girl's appearance—only you, me, and Third Young Master know about. Who could draw her so precisely? Unless she exists in reality. Do I need to spell it out for you?"
"Can you stop being like Third Young Master? I don't know." Li Huan turned his face away, visibly uneasy.