"Why…are you smiling?" Mi Young asks, looking at Zhong Yu like he was some kind of a creep.
"You said something about books. May I know what kinds of books your father owns?" The man asks without blinking.
"Anything. He has lots of books. I grew up reading different books everyday."
"Really? Do you know where he got those books then?"
"I…I…" Mi Young stammers as the man's words continue to sink inside her mind. Mi Young looks up at Zhong Yu looking entirely puzzled. "I don't…know."
"Were they already there when you were young?"
The black haired girl's eyebrows furrowed for a second as she started thinking about all the books lying around their house, some were even hidden in her father's closet. "As far as I remember they were already there as I grew up."
Zhong Yu hums before he starts massaging his chin, "In old age, books are expensive. Poor people couldn't even afford one single book about the most basic cultivation techniques."
