Chen Yuan had no choice but to quickly shift his focus to the task at hand, trying to forget the cringe-inducing embarrassment. He opened Green Bubble and tapped into his chat history with Senior Sister Liu Tingyue. He didn't even have to scroll; a string of complex serial numbers was right there. Letters first, then numbers. He didn't understand it at first, and a glance at the other paintings in the room revealed no similar markings.
Yet these paintings only had numerical codes, printed in minuscule script in the bottom-right corner.
He couldn't see them clearly, so he leaned in close to make them out.
The room where the paintings were stored was quite spacious, but it was dim inside, likely to prevent sunlight from ruining the artwork. The only light spilled from behind heavy curtains, leaving a single crack that cast a slanted reflection on the frosted glass of the wooden door.
