C90 You Really Have No Guts

"Do I know you?" Lin Chen asked, hearing the address but remaining indifferent. As a bearer of the Netherlord's legacy, his vision was filled with the grandeur of stars and seas, rendering a minor official insufficient to stir any notable emotion in him.

At that moment, he reclined on the couch, legs crossed, cradling a glass of Lafite, a hint of confusion flickering in his eyes