At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo stared at the code on the computer screen, his eyeballs filled with bloodshot eyes.
He was the only one left in the office, and the fluorescent tubes were buzzing like countless flies circling in his head. He rubbed his temples, picked up the already cold coffee and took a sip - the bitter taste exploded on the tip of his tongue, making him sober in an instant.
"Line 237... Nested if statements... Damn it, this logic is still wrong." He muttered to himself, tapping his fingers on the keyboard, deleting the code he just wrote and rethinking it.
