Looking at the crushed portrait, Yuan Qingtian was stunned for a moment but his eyes were soon filled with indescribable misery, as if he had lost a very precious item.
However, in the next second, he abruptly snapped back to his senses and leaped up from the ground to look at Chen Chen, his gaze filled with astonishment and uncertainty.
"Senior Brother! Are you really Senior Brother? You're not a puppet or a walking corpse?"
"Bullshit! Could puppets and walking corpses have even one percent of my temperament?" Chen Chen chided before taking off his mask to reveal his face.
Looking at the handsome face that was exactly the same as the one he remembered, Yuan Qingtian subconsciously wanted to cry again, but was intimidated by Chen Chen's menacing glare.