The following events were rather dull, Jiang Feng had seen too many people sleep in his memory and had no interest in admiring a handsome guy's sleeping posture.
While Zhang Guanghang was sleeping, Jiang Feng tested the extent of his current activity range, it wasn't very large, just barely five or six meters to pass through walls. With such a limited range of activity, Jiang Feng was destined not to wander around while Zhang Guanghang was asleep, so he could only take a look at Zhang Guanghang's bookshelf.
Actually, Zhang Guanghang's room was quite modern—a typical room of a child from over a decade ago, with a bed, a desk, bookshelves, a wardrobe; except for being somewhat larger, it was no different from any other child's room.