Five hundred and forty-two, how bad can it be_1

"What are you looking at?"

Gu Chen asked him curiously.

He made no attempt to conceal his actions and honestly replied, "I'm observing the outlook from outside."

Well, even though he explained, Gu Chen still didn't understand what he meant.

Perhaps he was considering whether there might be any threats from outside the window.

"Boss Gu, I suggest that in the future, it's best to have thick black curtains drawn in the house,"

Hawkeye tentatively suggested to Gu Chen.

After hearing this, Gu Chen thought about it; if that were the case, the house would indeed never see the light of day again.

But considering safety, he decided to follow Hawkeye's suggestion and change the curtains.

"Have you all eaten?" Gu Chen asked the six of them.

The six shook their heads, and Broken Brow said, "Our meal times are very fixed, and it's not yet time for us to eat."

Gu Chen had not expected that their professional training even specified fixed times for meals.