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of the living room, on the sofa, sat a young and beautiful woman wearing a professional suit. She looked smart and capable.The woman saw her, stood up, and walked a few steps forward to Lin Meng's sid... lightning. Her face was even redder than the most flamboyant Peking opera makeup. That's when it hit her - maybe...probably...the medicine Rong Ling had given her later. No wonder she faintly smelled...