Gold Ingot Group.
The rooftop.
At this moment, it had fallen into absolute silence.
Sun Wen seemed to have lost the desire to talk as well. He simply leaned back in his chair, but it was a little hard and uncomfortable to sit in, making him frown slightly.
"Go find him another chair."
"A good one."
In the corner, Yu Mo spoke softly after seeing this.
A figure standing behind him nodded slightly and jogged away.
A short while later, he returned carrying a chair.
It was the one Sun Wen sat in most often in his office.
"Th... thanks."
"After all these years, this... this chair is still the most com... comfortable."
Sun Wen smiled, struggled to his feet, and sat in the other chair. His mood improved considerably, and he gazed at the blue sky, his thoughts drifting far away.
"The sky over Ink City..."
"In the end, it's not as pretty as the sky over Ink Academy."
"And living in Ink City... is a bit dull, too."
Sun Wen murmured softly.
Blood had already stained his class uniform completely red.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Yu Sheng still had not appeared, but Sun Wen was in no hurry. Even though his face was already as pale as paper, he kept smiling, waiting quietly.
A fierce wind howled!
"Sun Wen, fuck you!!!"
Suddenly, an angry shout rang out high overhead. The next second, Zhao Zicheng's somewhat disheveled figure landed on the ground in an extremely ungainly posture. Scrambling up on his hands and feet, he rushed to Sun Wen's side and reached to grab his collar. But when he saw Sun Wen's hands, he forcibly suppressed his anger and withdrew his hand, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him.
Immediately afterward, Mu Yu, Xiao Xiao, and A Tai