Rudae opened her eyes amid a violent jolt, and the dull pain in the back of her head made her groan. There was a strong smell of sheep's mutton lingering on the tip of her nose, mixed with the smell of leather and dust. It was completely different from the last smell of disinfectant she remembered.
She remembered that she was working overtime at the law firm to sort out files, and there were case materials on the table about Chengnan developers' arrears of wages to migrant workers.
