Qing Wanglai slowly opened his eyes, looking at the sun outside the window, waiting for the seven o'clock alarm to ring.
His gaze lowered as he looked around his place, a villa, not big, over three hundred square meters, simply decorated. The color is predominantly white.
It's indeed a bit small here, but for one person, it's enough. He's used to being alone, and he feels comfortable being alone. He has no intention of breaking out of his comfort zone.
"Ring ring ring," the moment the alarm went off, he sat up sharply from bed and began washing and getting dressed.
He left the house at exactly 7:20, drove for thirty minutes, successfully bought a Jianbing Guozi on the way, and arrived at White Tower Prison right at eight o'clock.
Work here isn't as busy as the general surgery and obstetrics departments in a big hospital, but it's not exactly relaxed either.
