Midnight.
Chen Lun lay on the bed in the guest room.
He turned around to look at the table by the window, and by the moonlight, he could clearly see a portrait placed on it.
— A young man with black hair dressed in a suit, one hand resting on a Silver Staff, the other gently pulling down the brim of his hat. Wearing a light smile, he gazed outside the painting.
It goes without saying, Noah's painting skills were indeed superb, capturing one-tenth of his own handsomeness.
Chen Lun silently reflected.
In the end, he had persuaded Noah to dress the figure in the painting in clothes to prevent him from catching a cold. Noah was surprised and then praised his kindness.
Chen Lun no longer looked at the painting and chose to lie flat.
"Tomorrow I have arranged a meeting with Polaris and the other players..."
He muttered.
This was his plan for what came next, he was preparing to retaliate.
