Waking up, Tang Mo opened his eyes on a bed with little elasticity. He was used to sleeping on hard beds because in both worlds, he spent most of his time sleeping on them.
In his previous life, he was always traveling around the world, spending most of his time on the road, whether on a cargo ship escorting arms or on an airplane, the beds were not so soft.
In this world, at first, he was sleeping in his office; there were no so-called conditions, a bed and bedding were all he had. Even now, he preferred to sleep on a hard bed, and he would find it difficult to fall asleep on a soft mattress.
He rubbed his face, then sat up on the bed, took a glass from the bedside table, drank a sip of the cool boiled water inside, and finally woke up completely.
On a table not far away lay an unfinished drawing, weighed down by the technical manual he was still working on.
