He had slept soundly.
Chen Feng woke up at his usual time after nine the next day, as he used to sleep in till then even when he wasn't working.
Sun Xiaorui had already gotten up at some point, and he could faintly hear the television downstairs in the living room.
Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh to himself that there were no fields that went uncultivated, only cows that worked to death.
After getting up and freshening up, it wasn't until he came out of the bathroom that Chen Feng suddenly remembered the lottery ticket.
He had been too busy and immersed last night; he completely forgot to check if he had won anything.
He pulled out his phone, searched and found the winning numbers for this period's Super Lotto.
Then he fetched the lottery tickets from his donkey-brand briefcase and started to compare them one by one while sitting on the bed.
One ticket, two tickets, after checking over a dozen tickets, there wasn't a single winner, and he had only 40 tickets in total.
