Eight in the morning, the 27th of September.
Duan Tianhe, who had worked overnight stretched his body and took a sip of warm tea from his thermos flask.
Pfft!
Spitting out the wolfberry he inadvertently drank, he then checked the time and headed to the bed of the small room adjacent to his office.
He could afford himself a two-hour-rest with the matters at hand seen to.
For him, sleep was now already a luxury given the exceedingly numerous task he had to do every day.
However, just as he was about to fall asleep, a WeChat video call arrived.
It was Jiang He.
Circulating his True Qi to dispel his drowsiness, Duan Tianhe sat up on his bed, answered the call, and chuckled, "It's still way too early in the morning, Jiang He. Why are you calling me?"
"What do you mean, early?"
