The nanmu bookshelf exuded an air of antiquity, especially distinct in the black of night.
On the desk, Jasmine Yale's textbooks were stacked neatly to one side.
This study was generally not used by Sylvan Cheney.
But today, he had returned in haste, needing to deal with some matters.
While waiting for the computer to boot up, he casually flipped through Jasmine Yale's textbooks.
He had previously mocked her for her average studies and short bursts of enthusiasm. Yet this time, she had truly impressed him.
The workbook she had just bought a few days ago was already completed, and her English textbook was filled with various notes.
Such a diligent Jasmine was someone Sylvan had never seen before.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed.
Did she really want to support herself this badly? To this extent?
Wasn't he taking good care of her?
There was a stack of materials about half an arm high on his left hand side. Sylvan casually pulled out a few.
