The old house had poor sound insulation.
Faintly, one could hear the deep snoring of a sleeping man, and beyond that, there was no other sound.
Clinging to the window like a gecko, waiting for half a day, he didn't catch any other movement inside the room.
Ye Wan knew that Ji Chengling hadn't come back.
The mobile phone buzzed, and Ye Wan deftly jumped down from the wall.
Upon checking the phone, she saw a message from Hei Yan reading "9, furniture factory."
The furniture factory in the direction of nine o'clock from the starting point.
Ye Wan's feet moved lightly, and a dark figure leaped out.
...
In the dilapidated warehouse, miscellaneous cupboards and tables were strewn about, all of them defective goods.
Walking past them, one would either bump an arm or kick a foot.
Touch anything there, and you'd be covered in dust.
Holding Little Bun, Ji Chengling cursed as he walked, "What the hell kind of place did you find? Is there even a spot to step down?"
