Zhuang Zhuang was very proud of his book collection and he was very satisfied with Yang Jia's reply. Once again, he was filled with gratitude for what Xiaoguo had set up for him.
The wall was filled with books that Xiaoguo had bought. The bookshelves were fixed onto the walls with nails and wooden planks. In the room where Qin Anming used to live, a built-in bookshelf occupied the space of one complete wall.
This would be Zhuang Zhuang's house in the future, so Xiaoguo had decided to fix up the room earlier for him.
Yang Jia wanted to read every single one of the books, but he knew that it was impossible to read every book in a short period of time. With much difficulty, he picked out three books from the pile and said that he would return them soon. As he had to hurry back to read the books, he quickly said his farewell and left happily.
