Yuefu Residential Complex, Old Tang crawled out of bed and it took him quite a while to regain his senses.
Lately, with the continuous increase in his life expectancy balance, his anxiety had eased a lot, but there was one thing, his sleep at night was not good.
He couldn't figure out why, but he just couldn't fall asleep, even though he was extremely tired.
It really didn't matter whether he went to the law firm or not; if he missed a day, Old Wang would call to ask if he was sick and tell him to rest well.
Old Tang certainly knew why, fearing that one day he might suddenly drop dead at home.
Forget it, time to get up.
He rarely cooked at home and usually dealt with meals at the entrance of the residential complex.
Don't tell him about how unhealthy takeout is; he liked it just the way it was, unhealthy, after all, he had late-stage cancer as a base.
