From the looks of it, she would not be able to do anything without snacks. Xiao Juan could only compromise and return the orange to her.
With something to eat, Yu Qianqian immediately perked up. As she ate and worked, her efficiency increased.
She finished both large boxes of books before the sunset. She divided the books into two piles. To her left were books containing anti-government poems, and to her right were regular books with no problems.
Clearly, there were far fewer books on the left.
Xiao Juan looked at the two piles of books and frowned in deep thought.
Not all books contain anti-government poetry.
Which meant the books had just the same titles, but their contents were different.
He pulled another book from each of the two piles, opened it, and compared it carefully. The print was slightly different. The books were probably not from the same printing press.
