"You don' t have to address me. Just do what you want." Mo Chen Feng had no intention of answering. He picked up the pen on the side and began to outline it.
The desire to chase after the guests was already extremely obvious. Chen Yang was a person who understood what was going on. However, he tactfully did not continue asking. Instead, he stood up and told them to leave.
When he reached the door, he turned around and took another look inside. Under the radiance of the moon stone, the masked man sat in front of the window, looking exceptionally detached from the mortal world.
If he didn' t understand, he might think of him as a scholarly and modest scholar. He had never seen blood, nor did he know what was ugly.
However, he had truly understood the methods he had taught him. He knew th
