Well, she wasn't worried about lacking a worry pillow as a sleep aid; she was worried about the big tumor being put in a disadvantageous position in prison.
But everyone in the house, including her sister-in-law, worked frenziedly for the final sprint of the presidential election, which didn't seem like a joke, and it suddenly eased her mind.
The big tumor told her in the morning not to worry, that he could handle the situation. Maybe she was just being unnecessarily worried?
While eating her boxed meal, she asked the girl who asked her to revise the manuscript: "Do you know how Ye Shiting can continue to participate in the election?"
The staff member shook her head: "No idea."
"Then why are you still working so zealously?"
The staff member replied: "If Lord Ting said he can, then we believe that he can. Lord Ting asked us not to stop our work, to make the final strike. So, we will continue. In short, we believe that Lord Ting will not easily fail."
