After reading the entire article, Zheng Qing's face turned somewhat pale.
He felt like he couldn't catch his breath.
"I didn't yearn for the credit reward... And, I don't remember saying that last sentence!" he stared intently at the last sentence at the end of the article, muttering, "This qualifies as malicious speculation, right... Have journalists become so flighty in their writing now?"
In the photo on the side of the column, Zheng Qing's profile remained silently holding a coffee cup, motionless. At this moment, Zheng Qing wished that the photo was a magical one that could move, allowing him in the picture to shake his fist and viciously smash it in the face of that Pulitzer lady opposite.