"How's it going?"
"She should have been rescued." No sooner had she finished speaking than an exhausted Han Yingying fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again, it was the afternoon of the third day.
The sunset poured into the window, scattering all over the floor.
She raised her hand and looked at the golden sunset through her fingers, somewhat stunned.
Where was she?
At that moment, a voice filled with coldness rang out, "Awake?"
Han Yingying sat up to see a man seated not far away, his back to the light, his face indiscernible, but she could feel an aggressive presence, a person of extreme danger.
She nodded, watching the man warily.
Ye Haofan, taking in her guarded expression, asked indifferently, "You saved me, what reward do you want?"
Was he the man who had been shot eighteen times?
How long had it been since he had woken up?
A normal person couldn't wake up for at least ten days and a half month.
He was terrifying!
