"Why would I be tired? I'm not tired at all. I haven't officially met your mother yet. It would be rude not to." The old master patted Shi Qian's shoulder. "Rest first. I'll call you later."
The old master left.
Shi Qian looked at this unfamiliar room. Fu Sinian had clearly not lived here for more than six years. For some reason, it was as if this room still had his aura.
His aura was that strong.
Was Fu Sinian's room decor always like this?
How cold was he inside?
She headed into the room. There was a partitioned suite beside the bed. It was a spacious study.
There was a glass cabinet behind the desk.
Inside were some trophies and awards.
She found a thick series in a compartment.
Immediately curious, she brought out the series and turned to the first page.
A picture of a baby came into view.
Shi Qian recognized him immediately. This was when Fu Sinian was born.
