Six in the evening, in the green break room of the System Space.
Fang Ning crawled up reluctantly from his soft bed, before giving himself a large stretch. This slumber was quite good…
How long had it been since he slept 8 hours in one go?
If it wasn't half a year, then it was probably around 7 months.
Then, a certain Sir's voice rang out suddenly.
"Big Billionaire, how is your Dream-cultivation Method going?"
Fang Ning rolled his eyes. "Your pressing tone reminds me of my boss one year ago. It hurts my heart and soul."
The System ignored his grumblings, and continued, "If you don't explain it clearly, then I'm afraid you won't have breaks in the future."
Fang Ning said with a somber look, "The future is bright, and the road is winding. I've had some taste of it, and I'll write you a report soon."
The System was puzzled. "Is this another of your elaborate ideas to trick me?"
