"What kind of joke is this? Our office is the only one with the lights on in the whole building?" Huang Mao Wu Zhuo stared wide-eyed, full of shock.
"Don't the bosses here want to make money? Aren't they forcing their employees to work overtime?" Munan grumbled with a lollipop in his mouth, thinking about his own situation in the real world, "I'm going to get angry!"
"Haha, don't get worked up yet, gentlemen. I think there's something wrong with this building itself. Look around if you don't believe me." Zhou Mingxiao said, his gaze moving toward the surroundings.
This area isn't exactly remote; there are several similar office buildings nearby, but these buildings have many rooms lit up at the moment.
The brightly lit buildings nearby formed a stark contrast with the dark building they had just escaped from, one vibrant and alive, the other dead and oppressive.
For a moment, Yang Xiao looked up at the towering building before them, resembling a giant tombstone in the night.
