When Lin Chong opened his eyes, his brain was still foggy.
He remembered that he was obviously on his way home from overtime work and stayed up several nights in a row to catch up on the design drawings of a project. As a result, he didn't pay attention when he was crossing the road and a large truck rushed over...
But where is this now?
It was an antique wooden house, the windows were covered with paper, and he was covered with a coarse quilt. A faint musty smell mixed with the smell of alcohol made his nose itchy.
As soon as he sat up on the bed board, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
