Chapter 2167 The Painting
- It was midnight when Davin stared out of the window and muttered curiously, “An hour has passed. Why didn't they come in to check on us?”
- “Let's wait for half an hour. After that, kick the door and tell them your stomach is hurting, and you need to go to the toilet.”
- Davin was speechless. Stomachache? All right, then. That idea has occurred to me, too.