Zhao Zhan didn't go home directly. He went to the bookstore instead.
"Are you here to buy some more books to bring back home for your wife to read?" The shop assistant was already familiar with Zhao Zhan's face. Seeing this, he hurriedly went up to him. "Your wife is reading the novel too quickly. This new novel hasn't even been printed out yet. I wonder if your wife likes travelling books? You can buy two copies for her to read."
"Travel books?" Zhao Zhan's heart was filled with thoughts, and his voice was a little uneasy. "Help me find a few more books. I want new and interesting ones."
"Alright," he said.
While the shop assistant went inside to look for the travel books, Zhao Zhan took the opportunity to look around the outside.
He wanted to find something that was suitable for him to read, but he didn't know which one was right.
