"Damn!"
Three hours later, Zhang Qifeng angrily banged on his office desk.
Just outside his office were the desks of other editors; everyone instinctively clammed up, unsure of what exactly was happening inside.
Was it an editor's draft that angered Zhang Qifeng?
Surely not?
Zhang Qifeng usually had a good temper, even able to keep his cool when faced with the kind of drafts from interns that could spike one's blood pressure. Why would he lose his temper like this?
Everyone could only silently lower their heads, focused on their own tasks, while trying their best to be inconspicuous, in case they accidentally got caught in the blast radius if Zhang Qifeng lashed out.
They had no idea that Zhang Qifeng had been utterly frustrated by the game "Heartbeat Dream."
"These online reviews are spot on!"
Zhang Qifeng was annoyed; he opened the window in his office and silently lit a cigarette, his face full of dismay.
