At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the rental house in the urban village was like a stuffy jar. The windows were closed tightly, and there was only the buzzing sound of the computer host, mixed with the squeaking sound of the fan, which made people feel upset. Ye Ci was nestled in a peeling leather gaming chair, with his back resting on a washed white pillow. His fingertips were tapping rapidly on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the dense code on the screen without even bothering to raise his eyelids.
