Bab 314: Chapter 112: It's Not That There's No Retribution; It's Just Not the Time Yet

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Zhu Yuwen walked aimlessly on the street, his mood very heavy.

His precious camera had broken, but he couldn't remember when it had happened.

By the time he regained consciousness, he found himself on the way back to the press office.

His throat was quite uncomfortable, as if he had drunk fake liquor, constricted and panicked, coughing twice but still not relieved.

Feeling somewhat out of breath.

Back at the press, he sat down, undid his shirt collar, and took a couple of sips of the cold tea left on the desk, but the symptoms did not subside, and instead grew worse.

"Zhu, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a sore throat, might have caught a bit of a cold."

Zhu Yuwen covered his throat and managed a difficult smile.

"You caught a cold in this hot weather?"

"Then it must be a summer cold!"

A colleague joked next to him, clearly not taking his symptoms seriously.

"Right, the editor has been looking for you!"

"Okay, I'll go there now."