Time slowly ticked away. The long wait was a test of their patience.
Li Zimeng and Luo Qi had gone out of the room to contact Xiao Luo, while Zhang Dashan stayed back to hold the fort. He appeared to be calm and collected at his seat. But as he looked into the faces of Su Li, Shen Qingyan, Cai Renhe, and Chai Zhiying, he was starting to feel sick, and his back was almost drenched in sweat.
"Uhm, it seems like it's already 3:40 pm."
