Xiaobao didn't choose to go further; instead, he took advantage of the remaining time to rush back—although he habitually slacked off during work hours, it was his personal habit. When he was needed, he had to be there—this was a matter of principle.
After all, without the section chief, much of the work naturally fell on his shoulders—returning by nine and then working continuously until nearly two in the afternoon, Xiaobao finally had the time to lean against the office wall like a zombie and return to his workstation.
"Ugh... so nauseous."
The result of continuously drinking several cans of energy drinks was that his stomach was constantly convulsing, persistently protesting its discomfort.
When Xiaobao opened the screen again, he didn't see Qianxiu this time—he had rushed out the previous night, so he didn't have time to shut down, and the game was left hanging like that.
