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The messages in the work group chat refreshed quickly, and Zhang Hao scrolled down to find that the earliest message was around seven o'clock.
As for what the message was, Zhang Hao hadn't made it out before a new message popped up.
"What's the matter? They better not be asking you to go back and work overtime," He Qianhui asked worriedly.
Zhang Hao patted his still recovering leg and said with a laugh, "In my current state, how can I work overtime? Do you think I'm Superman or something?"
He Qianhui couldn't help but laugh, but as she laughed, she suddenly felt nauseous.
Zhang Hao was glued to his phone and didn't notice He Qianhui's discomfort.
But the nausea intensified, and worried she might vomit on the table, she quickly got up and ran to the bathroom.
When Zhang Hao realized what was happening, he thought something was seriously wrong.
As He Qianhui didn't return, Zhang Hao began to worry.
