C1277 A Prison of Paintings

It's probably quiet in the room.

A moment later. In the split second, Chung Huan's eyes turned from anger to calmness, and finally to coldness and indifference.

With a bang, Chung Huan punched the solid wooden table. He looked at Jian Yan coldly. "You don't mind, do you?"

Jian Yan should have been silent.

With all the experiences he had, Chung Huan was furious