Sister Yu's Mother Died!

Evening.

A little after seven, the setting sun painted the clouds red.

Inside, Dong Xuebin held the copy of the Nanqi Morning News and repeatedly checked the date and time printed on it. It really was tomorrow's newspaper!

Tomorrow's... tomorrow's...

How could this happen?

Even this worked??

A morning paper was called a morning paper because it was published in the morning. Its main focus was news that happened after the previous day's evening papers or television news, though it also had other sections. Plenty of morning papers were laid out the night before, but that did not include printing! Perhaps some newspapers prepared their layouts early, but unexpected news could always arise and had to be added the next day. If they printed too early, what would make it a morning paper? How would it differ from an evening paper? They would definitely reserve space for such news.

So no one could get tomorrow morning's paper on the night before!

Not even the president of the Nanqi Morning News could do that. If it had not been printed yet, how could anyone get it? At most, they could look at the layout in the office!

But now, Dong Xuebin had gotten one!

He had gotten a printed copy of tomorrow's morning paper!

Dong Xuebin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He truly had not expected foraro to have this effect. He had already entered the house earlier and had not planned to think about foraro anymore, but then some random thought suddenly clicked in his mind. On a whim, he had gone back outside and used it on the plastic newspaper box. Who would have thought that tomorrow's morning paper would really pop out of the box? There was no need to ask—this had to be foraro's effect.