"Go and sleep even if you're tired. Hurry up. Be good."
Her tone sounded as if she was coaxing a child.
Muir was amused.
At the same time, he also felt his mate's concern for him and felt sweet inside.
Unable to refuse her kind intentions, Muir was still chased off by her.
Bai Qingqing pushed the door and entered. Then, she came into contact with a humid heatwave. The air was filled with white fog and everything inside was shrouded by fog.
She pushed the windows open and released the hot waves. Only then did the things in the room appear clearly.
This room was very spacious, about 40 to 50 square meters. There were quite a number of wooden racks in the room with layers of stacking long wooden boards. The snow-white papers were laid out on the wooden boards.
Bai Qingqing walked up to the closest wooden board and touched it. To her pleasant surprise, she realized that the paper had dried up completely.
