The Chen's family member certainly didn't want to harm their own by taking opportunistic shortcuts.
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A dozen minutes flew by in the blink of an eye.
Just as the custom lunchboxes from the airport arrived, Chen Shan stretched and emerged from his rest, feeling as if he had just closed his eyes and opened them again, his vigor visibly restored to an energetic peak state.
"Mirror, mirror!"
Unexpectedly, just after brushing off the withered remnants covering him, Chen Shan shouted for someone to bring a mirror.
There were no ready-made mirrors in the hangar, but a lot of metal surfaces came close to having a mirror-like effect.
Holding a piece of mirror-finished aviation aluminum skin, Chen Shan questioned Chen Fei, "What the heck, why are the dark circles still there?"
"I told you it wouldn't help much!"
Chen Fei spread his hands, looking innocent.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Shen Fei, standing nearby, playfully lowered her voice.
