Yang Fan drifted off into sleep without realizing it.
Last night, his nerves had been stretched taut the entire time, and he carried injuries on his body.
As soon as he relaxed, the exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave.
He mumbled something softly, leaning against the sofa for a brief rest—and just like that, he fell asleep.
When he woke up again, the small living room of the hotel suite was packed with people.
Fan Sisi, Yun Miaoyi, Mr. Fan, Ji Dong'er, and a woman Yang Fan didn't recognize were all present.
"Awake now?" Fan Sisi asked with a playful smile.
Yang Fan yawned, nodded his head, and said, "How long did I sleep? This is ridiculous—I don't even remember falling asleep."
Fan Sisi picked up a cup of warm water from the table and handed it to Yang Fan. "You've just been too exhausted. You didn't sleep long—not even three hours."
