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Seven years later.
Ye City, Morning Post news agency.
A girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and with her hair in a top bun had dark circles as big as saucers under her eyes. She struggled to stay awake as she sent her manuscript to her editor before dropping her head on the desk.
"Tsk, tsk. Nero Zhou has been bossing you around, hasn't he? Talk about exploitation… Bleeding an intern dry…" A sleek-haired and creamy-faced guy wearing a flashy shirt, white trousers, and pointy shoes made a dramatic hand gesture, then put down a cup of coffee in front of her. "Anan, here, a coffee from Brother Dong."
"Thank you…" The woman with the top bun shifted slightly, found the straw with her eyes closed, finished the coffee, then dropped back down.
She was shaken awake minutes later. "Wake up! Anan, it's big!"
"What? Is there an earthquake? A hurricane?" The top bun was flustered.
