Qin Ziwen said, "Just tell them I have a cold and I'm not feeling well. We can talk later."
Qin Ziwu replied, "Okay, I'll go tell Dr. Zhao."
"Oh, right, wait. Take some food to Building 5, Unit 2, Apartment 301. Give it to Li Yue so he doesn't starve to death."
"Got it."
Half an hour later, in Building 2, Unit 1, Apartment 202.
"He has a cold?"
Zou Jianghe leaned back in his chair, a nail clipper in his hand.
"Yes, Qin... Ziwen started coughing yesterday. He's been resting at home all day. Mr. Zou, should we still try to meet?"
Hearing this, Zou Jianghe couldn't help but lean back further. "No need. We'll talk again once he's feeling better."
Watching Zhao Pu leave, Zou Jianghe looked behind him. "You said he was infected. Is it true or not?"
"It might be true. Our people kept an eye on him all day today, and he didn't leave his apartment. He's probably at home recuperating."
Zou Jianghe sounded a little regretful. "What a shame."
