Song Qingchun pulled the book out, and after she dusted it off, she realized it looked very much like a diary…
The notebook was thick and looked well-used. Song Qingchun turned the book in her hands over, and various questions cropped up in her mind. This is Su Zhinian's diary? Do grown men still write in dairies these days? And really, what kind of entries is a robot like him going to write? Or this is an account book, yes, that makes more sense. It probably records his daily spending and such…
Regardless, her interest was piqued. She glanced at the closed bedroom door, and after some hesitation, flipped it openly carefully like she had found some kind of treasure.
The first page of the book only had two words written on it: Su Zhinian.
