C639 Chapter 639

He slumped onto the back of the sofa in desolation. His body leaned against the sofa, his head was slightly tilted upwards, and he was breathing heavily. Drops of sweat the size of beans dripped from his temples.

Even though he was in a sorry state, his shirt was still clean and tidy, and his aura of nobility was not diminished in the slightest.

His eyes were closed