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Mid-Mountain Villa, Basement.
Jian Fei's workshop was smaller than expected, probably only as big as a private garage. In the middle was a flat stone workbench, while the surroundings were filled with shelves stacked with large and small black boxes, his contents a mystery.
Whether it was the workbench or the floor, a faint layer of dust was visible. It looked like he really hadn't been here in some time.
Seeing this scene, Li Qingming sighed lightly, feeling it was a pity, but didn't voice it out.
"Think it's a waste?" Jian Fei looked straight at his workshop, smiling indifferently, "I was obsessed with these for a few years too, draining my Inspiration every day, only feeling content when I fell asleep on the workbench. But now it's not important anymore, the extreme is for the maniacs to challenge. I'm just a normal person."
"You, normal?" Li Qingming chuckled and shook his head.
