Fan Yulei had a restless sleep. Leaning against the car seat, dark circles formed beneath his eyes, and his eyeballs moved rapidly, shifting from side to side.
As Song Qingfeng walked past the car, leading Yan Shu, she suddenly stopped and turned her head to glance at the car window. The man lying inside… seemed somewhat familiar.
She pursed her lips and stared at the man in the car for a couple of seconds. She noticed that his expression was filled with pain as he slept.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she reached out and tapped on the car window.
At first, her taps were gentle, hoping to wake the man inside, but it was unsuccessful.
Song Qingfeng raised her hand and knocked on the window several times, but there was still no response.
Now she remembered who the man was.
He was her senior in college, although he had graduated several years ago.