At two forty-seven in the morning, Chen Mo stared at the code on the screen, his temples pounding.
Director Fatty Liu came over with coffee and patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Chen, this version must be online tomorrow. Work harder."
Chen Mo glanced at the brown dregs floating in the coffee cup, then looked at the dense error messages on the screen, and felt a sweet taste in his throat.
He didn't know if it was anger or a sign before sudden death.
