Just as he was packing his things and getting ready to get up, the world suddenly started to spin, and the computer screen, desk, and even the neon lights outside the window began to distort and blur. Luo Lin subconsciously held on to the edge of the table, but it felt like his head was stuffed into a drum washing machine, buzzing. "Fuck, could it be that you had a cerebral hemorrhage due to overtime work?" This was his last thought, and the next second, he lost consciousness.
