"Achoo!"
Thousands of miles away, in the midst of handling the residency paperwork for Meng Yao, Taotie suddenly sneezed.
"Sister He?"
Surprised, Meng Yao glanced at Taotie, appearing utterly at a loss in that moment.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just caught a cold, that's all."
The reason sounded genuine, yet inexplicably gave Meng Yao a sense of disillusionment.
So even powerful superpower users like Taotie could get sick?
"What are you thinking?"
Noticing the fleeting look of disillusionment on Meng Yao's face, Taotie flicked her forehead with a playful grievance.
"I've been running around so many agencies because of you these past few days; it's quite something that I haven't collapsed yet."
"It's just a cold; or did you think I'm some kind of superhuman immune to all diseases?"
Rubbing her forehead obediently, Meng Yao decisively shook her head to deny.
