C62 Suppression!

After Ma Shu left, Zhouyang settled into his chair, lost in thought.

The issue continued to gnaw at him, like a fishbone lodged in his throat, making each breath feel constricted.

"Sister Ye, could you check with the Planning and Public Relations Departments on the status of their tasks?" he asked after a moment's contemplation.

Zhouyang decided to double-check