C37 God of Copycat

In the dark room, a pair of wise and cold black eyes was attentively watching the curve of the screen. The flickering light reflected off of a delicate yet cold face, appearing serious yet captivating.

"Feather Lord, how's the market today?"

Chen Zijie opened the door from the outside, holding two boxes of rice in his hands as he looked at him with a face full of joy