There were originally two study rooms in the main building, but Jun Shiling insisted that Xia Wanyuan go with him, so she did.
The nearly 150 square meters large study was originally a little empty. As more and more books were moved in, the study became full.
By the time Jun Shiling finished reading the three proposals and looked up, it was already ten o'clock at night.
Not far away, Xia Wanyuan was sitting at the table reading an ancient book that was twenty centimeters tall. Under the light, Xia Wanyuan's eyes were tired, but there was a light in them.
Occasionally, when she flipped through something of value, Xia Wanyuan's expression would become very excited.
Jun Shiling looked at Xia Wanyuan quietly, his heart sour and soft.
He felt sorry for her, but he was also proud that she was so outstanding.
When he finally saw Xia Wanyuan close the book, Jun Shiling walked over and picked her up by the waist.
