Chapter 362: Healing-type Player

Seeing the little boy finally willing to trust him, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and now he had time to look around.

The walls of Room 4064 were painted with a white paint, a very special kind of white that felt quite cold instead of warm under the light.

The room was cluttered with furniture and also had an unusually large number of mirrors; just in the living room, Han Fei saw four mirrors.

They were respectively hung near the living room door, behind the TV, behind the sofa, and next to the dining table.

"Did my dad ask you to come over?" the boy asked as he saw Han Fei staring at his home, puffing his courage like a little host of the room.

As he spoke, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"No, I'm here looking for someone. Did anyone who looks a lot like me enter this room just now?" Han Fei crouched in front of the child, not liking to pressure others and lowering his stance when talking to make the other person more comfortable.