Yang Yi did not want to access the control room to begin with.
Yang Yi gathered his thoughts. He removed his hand from his forehead and veered his body sideways slightly to avoid the camera. He smiled sadly at his colleagues. "Why don't you go ahead? My tummy is acting up again, so I need the loo."
His colleagues seemed accustomed to this. One of them simply waved his hand. "You have been having a bad stomach all day. You should take some meds."
"Got it." Yang Yi nodded. He quickly strode in another direction clutching his belly with his back arched.
His colleagues shook their heads watching him.
"Zhu certainly has had a lot of problems recently. He keeps getting a bellyache or feeling unwell."
"Uh huh. I don't recall him slacking off so much in the past."
As they spoke, they turned and entered the control room. However, they nearly walked into a man walking out of the room.