"How did you read the documents, brother?" Qin Yu asked curiously.
Ning Chen ruffled her dried hair.
"Uncle Wen has already read them to me. I'm just thinking of the things written on the paper, so–"
"Brother, are you reconstructing the feeling of being able to see?"
Qin Yu understood.
"Yes, Xiaoyu is very smart," praised Ning Chen. "Why did you come to me?"
He asked as he ruffled his hand through her hair again.
Qin Yu wondered if Ning Chen took her in because she resembled a puppy.
She placed her tablet on his desk and reached out to hold his hand.
Ning Chen's fingers were long and pale, with distinct joints. They were very beautiful.
Qin Yu sighed in her heart.
'A handsome man was indeed favored by God. Even his hands are so gorgeous.'
She thought as she placed a silver bank card in Ning Chen's palm, curling his fingers around it to grasp it properly.
