Perhaps for the convenience of cleaning, Xu Qingfan's bed was over half a meter high, just measuring the distance from the bed board to the floor was more than forty centimeters.
Such a wide gap, without having scoped it out beforehand, she wasn't sure if hiding here would prevent her from being seen by the person standing outside the door.
But at this moment, Zhang Yiyi could only gamble, and to hide as far in as possible, she was already lying on her side in the most space-saving position.
Lying on the cold and hard floor, maintaining this posture was anything but comfortable.
A minute went by.
Another minute went by.
The door of the room still hadn't been opened, but the person outside must have had a key, otherwise they would not have tried for so long without giving up.
