83, do you have a stutter?
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By the time she pushed open the door, she was slightly startled. It was her first time seeing such a simplistic bedroom, or, to be exact, the first time seeing such a … slapdash office.
Tang Mo's office and bedroom were combined, with his desk followed by a chair, and right behind the chair lay a single bed.
As a man, Tang Mo's quilt was messy on the bed—because for the past two days, Tang Mo had been so busy that even his sleeping time had been cut by 2 hours.
He now only slept six hours a day, which, if calculated based on the standard eight hours of sleep, showed his current lifestyle was extremely unhealthy.
But he couldn't manage these concerns now. He had to spend 4 hours a day in the lab, another 4 hours drawing blueprints, and the rest of his time was taken up with business dealings, inspecting the workshop, supervising construction progress on the site…
So, for such a career-driven man, folding the quilt seemed trivial.