C583 The Painting Ground Is the Prison

Deep in the night, like a fog.

When Gan Chen returned, it was already four o'clock in the morning. He carried a huge black travel bag on his back and threw it on the coffee table as soon as he entered the room. He then turned around and went to the fridge to find cold drinks.

Fu Yan had not slept the whole night. At this moment, he was lying lazily on the sofa