Zhuge Zixuan stared at the string of codes on the computer screen without blinking.
The office was so quiet that you could hear the humming of the air conditioner. The fat guy in the next work station was secretly dozing again, snoring so low that he sounded like a thief. Zhuge Zixuan typed the last line of instructions expressionlessly. The program on the screen ran through, and a green prompt box popped up. He had no special expression, just as if he had taken a sip of boiled water.
"Zixuan, let's go. It's time to get off work.
