C613 Thousand Faces

Then, the door of the small art studio opened.

Zhou Yan, who was holding some bread, walked out.

Even though he was inside, he was wearing his cap.

"Do you believe him?"

Zhou Yan asked casually while eating bread.

"It shouldn't be." "Zhou Yan fart.

"You shouldn't trust anyone right now."

Zhou Yan had probably spent some time with him in his memory.

Therefore