The Reborn Me Is Actually the Wick of the Lotus Lamp

Wei Dengxin squatted in the escape tunnel of the office building and ate pancakes, his greasy bangs illuminated by the screen of his mobile phone. The supervisor's roar penetrated the fire door: "Don't even think about getting off work until the plan is revised!" He poured oriental leaves into his mouth and suddenly caught a glimpse of the bronze lamp in the corner of the tea room. . .