Anger!
Silence!
If not erupting in silence, then just silently enduring...
Helplessness and sorrow lingered in Liu Zhizhong and Yang Bingbing's hearts, leaving them speechless for a long time.
Liu Zhizhong could only tightly embrace Yang Bingbing's fragrant shoulders as her small face pressed against his chest.
Liu Zhizhong's arms were so strong, and his inner flame so explosive, yet nothing actually exploded.
After a while, he finally said in a low tone, "Alright, Mr. L's latest work is about to be launched. Let me hold back the feeling of nausea and properly review these manuscripts!"
Yang Bingbing nodded gently, rising from his embrace, and said, "Zhizhong, this is tough for you."
"It's alright, glorifying suffering is expected; we should actually get used to it."
"It seems, deciding your throat is a problem, is appropriate."
"Mmm, the sooner the problem appears, the better!"
"But still, after Mr. Lei's funeral?"
