Han Fei lifted the stuffed black box with one hand, astonishing Zhuang Ren with his strength once again, as he knew very well the weight of that box.
"You're this strong?"
"How can one be an actor without a special skill?" Han Fei had also noticed the changes in his body. When he first got the black box from the elderly man, he needed to use both hands just to barely lift it. Now, he could lift it with only one hand, albeit with some difficulty, but it was still a terrifying change.
"After we get there, just listen to my arrangements, you have to be patient. Remember, I will never harm you," Han Fei said as he pushed open the door to Zhuang Ren's house, and after a long time, Zhuang Ren finally stepped out of his room again.
The sun shone on the two men. Both Zhuang Ren and Han Fei enjoyed this moment, though the warm sunlight was quickly blocked by clouds.