This is not her rental house, let alone the company's overtime work station.
Her last memory was in the planning department office at three in the morning. The e-sports plan for the new season of "Battlefield of Glory" was still on the computer screen. The coffee in hand was already cold. Suddenly, there was a sharp cramp in my heart, and then my vision went dark, and I didn't know anything anymore.
"The fate of a dog who works overtime is to die suddenly at the workstation..." Xia Xinyi curled her lips in self-mockery. Just as she was about to raise her hands to rub the back of her head, she found that her hands were slender and thin, with thin calluses on their skin from years of hard work. They were not her hands with clear knuckles that had been typing on the keyboard for ten years.
