Yang Kun raised his eyebrows, neither confirming nor denying what Yang Ping said. After all, Yang Ping knew what he was thinking, and so did he.
"Ah, I don't know if it's because I've been here too long, but my head feels dizzy. I'm going to sleep for a bit. Keep a good watch over her, and let me know if there's any movement outside!" Yawning, Yang Kun stretched lazily, clearly showing signs of extreme fatigue.
In the shabby warehouse, there wasn't much furniture except for a few broken chairs and a damaged table. He randomly picked a table that looked relatively clean to lie on and repeated his instructions to Yang Ping, who readily agreed.
Watching Yang Kun stagger as he walked, a gleam of joy flashed in Yang Ping's eyes. He knew the sedative in his cigarette was beginning to take effect. He had been puzzled about why the sedative hadn't worked for so long, but it seemed that it was not ineffective, just slow.
