Chapitre 590: 589. Substitute_1

After work, Liu Huajian called his family to say he would be coming home late and told his wife and children not to wait for him for dinner.

He drove to the vicinity of Panjiayuan Market. The antique market was still bustling with people in the evening, but he didn't know if it was because of the incident with the paper butterfly or something else.

Liu Huajian walked into the antique market, took a quick stroll, and soon spotted an old man.

That old man was wearing sunglasses, sitting quietly in a corner, his figure casting a somewhat eerie feeling in the shadow of the setting sun.

His skin was unnaturally white, as if he had applied too much foundation.

Only his cheeks were rather ruddy—and that rosiness was unnatural too, an excessively bright red.

Combined with the small hat he was wearing and his long gown, Liu Huajian had a strong feeling that if the old man were to take off his sunglasses, his eyes would probably be vacant and lifeless, just like those of a paper man.