It was so dark that Cheng Yiran couldn't see who they were... whether they were acquaintances or not. But curiosity drove him to sit down on one seat in the sofa... He could only make out that the one sitting down was a man.
"Who are you..." Cheng Yiran frowned.
"A businessman who can sell you anything." Luo Qiu was looking at Cheng Yiran. Different from Cheng Yiran, Luo Qiu could see everything clearly in this room even without light.
"A businessman?" Cheng Yiran sank into deep thought with his head lowered.
"Look." Luo Qiu said lightly.
Cheng Yiran raised his head up and saw something terrifying happening on the table in front of him.
He saw the man stretching his hands over the table and the fragments of his guitar appeared. It was the guitar he smashed due to the quarrel with Hong Guan.
Cheng Yiran picked up one piece of the fragment... It had a Chinese character carved onto it, Hai.
"Is that yours?"
