Chen Feng glanced at the boy sitting on the chair on the wall and asked, "Is this when I was a child?"

"Yeah." The prince nodded, and he looked away and said, "But this photo of you is very ugly."

When Chen Feng heard this, he looked up again.

In fact, it is not as ugly as it is. The boy in the photo looks about eleven or twelve years old, with fair skin and delicate facial features, and he can vaguely see the handsomeness he grew up.

But his face was expressionless, and his pale lips were pursed tightly, like a thin blade, and he was born to bend his smile.

The prince lowered his head and walked forward along the table. He pointed at the long rows of photos on the table, commenting one by one.

"This one is also ugly, this one is also ugly, this one is also ugly..."

Indeed, although the photos on the table are getting older.

But they are all exactly the same expressionless.

"When I was with you when I was a child, would you laugh?" Chen Feng interrupted and asked.

"Otherwise?" The prince looked at his expression as if he was looking at a mentally retarded, "Do you think you are a cool stone statue? Why don't you laugh?"

Chen Feng touched his nose.

"This picture..." The prince's voice suddenly stopped.

Chen Feng turned his head and looked over.

I saw that the prince pointed to a family photo in his hand.

When he was a child, Chen Feng stood in the middle, next to him was his parents smiling faintly.

A very normal family photo, compared to other expressionless single photos, this one seems to be more vivid because of the smiles of parents.

"What's wrong with this picture?" Chen Feng asked.

Prince: "...Is this your parents?"

Chen Feng: "It should be, is there any problem?"

The prince looked complicated: "Your parents look exactly the same as the two evil witch demons in the history books of Huming Realm who ruled Huming Realm seven hundred years ago and were finally defeated by warriors... Why did you paint your parents as villains?"

Chen Feng: "..."

It seems that I was pretty naughty when I was a kid.

Chen Feng's eyes moved from the family photo to the next photo.

That photo is still Chen Feng's single photo.

He still sat in a straight posture, and still had a expressionless face.

Compared with other photos, the teenager in this photo has not been pursed as tightly.

There is no seriousness, no indifference.

The boy in this photo is clearly looking at the camera, but he has no focal length and no emotions in his eyes.

It was clearly just a boy, but his eyes were as haggard as an ancient well and as dark as stagnant water.

Chen Feng took out the photo and turned it to the back.

The time of taking pictures and the age of the teenager in the album are recorded later.
Chapter completed!