Days passed by, and Cai Ming grew more anxious. He had worked hard on his exercises, but still no news arrived. How could he not be worried?
What if it all turned out to be a false hope? Even Zhao Gang was getting anxious.
Gong Ruini wasn't worried at all. It was already October of 1977, and some news would definitely come out. Hadn't Mr. Deng already returned to work?
If he hadn't resumed his work, Gong Ruini wouldn't have been so sure. But after the announcement of his return, she was confident that the butterfly effect brought by her time travel wasn't that significant.
But Zhao Gang and the others weren't time travelers, so they couldn't be as sure as Gong Ruini, which made Zhao Gang all the more restless.
What if the news was false? Even though everyone said it was fine and they could use it to learn more, Zhao Gang didn't see it that way. Having invested so much effort, a fake news would be crushing.
