Television station.
The Arts Channel level.
When Zhang Ye arrived, he heard sobbing in the corridor.
“It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”
“If only I had stayed behind to work overtime! This would not have happened to Uncle Wei!”
“Even if it was an heart attack, as long as any one of us were here working overtime, we could have helped him. But now… Why did I leave!? Why did I leave!?”
A youth cried as he lifted his hand and slapped himself forcefully. With two slaps, the right side of his face swelled up. It was obvious how hard he had hit himself!