He Jian stepped inside his villa followed by Chu Feng who tried to remain as silent as he can.
The middle-aged assistant was trying to comprehend what actually happened. His boss suddenly left Shen Villa and started to run behind a taxi. But the taxi had already left from there. His boss had not said a single word since then.
When Chu Feng was contemplating whether he should open his mouth or not, He Jian had already walked away from there to a room slamming the door shut. Chu Feng took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead with it.
He should be given some awards. It is not easy to work for a walking cold slab Ah...
Inside the same room lit only with a lamp, He Jian sat again in front of the painting board. The lamp's light fell on the white paper hiding his face in the dark as his hands moved fast on the paper.
