JUNJIE
I'm both pissed and on edge. The day started fine and then went straight into chaos.
First, I wrecked my shoulder trying to assemble my car. When I unboxed the wheel set, two of them—each a solid 34 kg—came tumbling out. Instinct kicked in, and I blocked them with my shoulder, avoiding a direct hit to the chest but definitely bruising myself. Pain is one thing; feeling like an idiot is another.
Then, at the hospital, my phone went missing. Just gone. Poof! Probably stolen. Within minutes, the signal was dead. Whoever took it was skilled because even Meimei couldn't trace it. They must have been after the solid gold casing. Ireine managed to get me a new phone and SIM with my original number, but Bruce's wasn't a VIP contact, so his number will take a few days to recover.
