Jiang Yingyue was waiting for Han Qingshan. She went to the lounge and sat down on one of the sofas, looking at the room with a bit of intimidation. It was such a magnificent place, and she had truly never expected that she would ever visit a place like this.
On the table in the lounge area were different snacks of varying sizes. She munched on a bit of them, but she did not have much of an appetite.
It felt as if the time was going slowly, the minutes ticked by, and she would snack a bit from time to time, but her eyes rarely left the door to the bedroom.
Slowly, her eyes started closing. Her muscles had been taut the entire day, and she had experienced one scary situation after another. She had even encountered Zhou Yan and Lin Qiang, and it was as if the adrenaline in her body finally subsided.
Her eyelids got heavier and heavier before she finally succumbed to her tiredness, and she collapsed on the sofa, falling into a deep slumber.