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Sun Hang, who had been busy all night, did not go home. Instead, he borrowed a sleeping bag from Yang Qi and made do on the office sofa—in Sun Hang's own words, "Mr. Yang, the sound of you typing while working overtime is more sleep-inducing than white noise."
When Sun Hang opened his eyes again, the time displayed on his wristband was nearly twelve noon. He looked up to see Yang Qi sitting at the opposite desk, eating a boxed lunch with a blank expression, while another unopened box sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Why the long face? Did something happen over at Jiang Yu's side?" Sun Hang emerged swiftly from the warm sleeping bag and put on his coat.
Yang Qi looked up at Sun Hang and said slowly, "Your phone can connect to Dubhe Tower's intranet. See for yourself."
"Huh?"
Sun Hang skeptically took his phone from his coat pocket and connected to the Dubhe Tower's intranet.
