This building is not very far from the villa; it's a two-story row house.
Leng Zimo turned around a small circle and quickly found a lit window. He held his breath, lightened his steps, tiptoed over, and leaned his face towards the window.
The window was opened just a little, a narrow strip, and from his high position, he could barely see a section of the ground illuminated by the light, along with traces of half a bed placed in the corner.
Inside the room.
Dr. Yin Yi was unkempt, with a haggard face, and had lost a considerable amount of weight.
Being deprived of freedom like this and not knowing the whereabouts of his wife and children, although there was food and drink, the mental torture was the most exhausting.
Fortunately, he himself was a doctor of psychology and begged the bodyguards for some books to pass the time, preventing too much mental instability.
