Nyla froze at Sasha’s pointed question, a faint blush crossing her face. She quickly adjusted her expression, frowning and denying, "You're overthinking it, Sasha.""Really? But that look in his eyes..." Sasha was about to press further.Nyla interrupted her, "And he's my uncle-in-law."This answer shocked Sasha, her mouth dropping open. "What? Uncle-in-law? You mean your husband's uncle?""That's right," Nyla said firmly. "So please don't say that again."Sasha saw Nyla's serious expression, and though she still felt a little confused, she let it go. "Okay, I understand. But...""No but." Nyla turned back to her workstation and focused on her work, not wanting to continue the conversation.Sasha returned to her seat in a huff, but the glint of gossip still lingered in her eyes. She thought to herself: Even though he's an uncle-in-law, that look definitely doesn't indicate an ordinary relative.The morning flew by in a flurry of work. Near noon, Nyla was sorting through experimental da
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