Tang Xiaoquan understood that there was no need to continue the conversation. He sensibly patted Hu Xiaodong on the shoulder, knowing that he needed time to work through his inner turmoil, and then quietly left to rest.
Time ticked away, and soon the once spacious rooftop was filled with the sounds of snoring.
Everyone slept soundly. Even Tang Xiaoquan, who was usually very alert, slept like a log after the morning's desperate escape, completely motionless.
When everyone finally woke from their stupor, the sky outside was already ablaze with the dazzling colors of the sunset.
"Yawn~" Wang Qiang stretched lazily as he emerged from the tent. A few hours of sleep had rejuvenated him, leaving him feeling full of energy.
"Yawn," he yawned again, instinctively turning his head, and as his neck swiveled, his eyebrows furrowed.
Who could have caused Wang Qiang to react like this? Without a doubt, it was Lu Rui, with whom he'd had a run-in that morning.
