The young man was wearing a gray checkered shirt and a pair of light-colored jeans. His pants were straight and his legs were rolled up two layers, revealing his cold white ankles.
With one hand in his pocket, he walked in leisurely. He was wearing a black mask with dark patterns that covered his entire face, revealing only his cold white chin and his deep eyes.
The bullet comments were:
As a young and famous genius painter in the Chinese art world, Deng Guang had long been famous. Although he did not participate in exposure activities, his iconic black mask was easily recognizable. This was Deng Guang.
In an instant, after a moment of silence, the scene erupted into screams!
[Oh my god! It was waiting for light! He was really waiting for the light! Why did he come to Fu Ting's pen-hold room?]
[Oh my god, I've finally squatted down and waited for everyone to die in my lifetime. I'm really crying…]
