Liu Qingyun had been shouting for who knows how long, his voice almost hoarse, yet no one came by; it was as if they had been forgotten.
The room had no chairs, no water to drink, and the windows were sealed shut, the air was unbearably stale, and eventually, Liu Qingyun couldn't take it anymore.
He slumped to the ground, leaning against the door, and said weakly, "They couldn't have forgotten about us, right? How long has it been, and still no one has come?"
Qin Hai had been sitting in the corner with his eyes closed, conserving energy, and said, "You'd better save your energy, at this rate, they might just keep us here until tomorrow."
"No way!" Liu Qingyun jumped up, exclaimed excitedly, "I can't accept that; I have plans to hit the bars and pick up girls with friends tonight."
"Pick up girls?" Qin Hai couldn't help but snicker, "You should rather pray they bring us some food tonight!"