Hua Jian returned to his apartment that night after all.
He packed the sketchbook and a few other odds and ends into a cardboard box.
Never mind him-even the original owner of this body had long since forgotten his childhood.
He had only brought them back because he had a feeling that once Madam Hua returned to the country and saw them, she might not keep them.
He placed the little objects, adorable in their childish simplicity and bearing the marks of time, into his bookcase one by one.
Then he put the childhood sketchbook on the desk he usually used.
Hua Jian lowered his eyes to his stubbornly silent phone and abandoned the idea of messaging Bo Lin again.
Unable to sleep, Hua Jian started a livestream.
Perhaps it was the innocent childhood drawings that made him so eager to pour his heart out.
As for whom he wanted to confide in, Bo Lin naturally ranked first in this world.
For the first time since he and Bo Lin had gotten together after getting drunk, Hua Jian felt a twinge of regret.
He should not have been so forward last night.
Otherwise, he could have called him quite naturally now and asked why he had not replied to his messages.
The few dozen viewers online in his livestream noticed that the streamer was unusually quiet.
Lost in his thoughts, Hua Jian did not even notice that his top donor, "L," was absent that night.
Three days later, Good Times held its first shareholders' meeting since changing hands.
Cui Lengyun also owned a small number of shares. When he appeared with a dark expression, Hua Jian greeted him with a beaming smile.
"Lengyun, what brings you here?"
Jiang Ruiming was surprised. Cui Lengyun had always looked down on Good Times;