Chapter 487 Stealing At The Party

• With that in mind, he lifted his blue eyes slightly and stared intently at the crescent moon outside the window.
• He suddenly thought of something. With that, he slipped his hand into his pocket and took out a small package of powder. It was barely the size of a fingernail.
• He softly stroked the paper bag with his fingertips. His gaze held a profound mystery as he pondered over something in silence.