"What else?" The old man raised his eyebrows. "You still want an old man like me to bend down and help you rearrange books in the middle of the night? Don't you see how many books you've taken?!"
Chen Qiyue turned to look at the books piled up on his desk. Although they were neatly stacked, there were more than ten books.
He scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I'll put these books away immediately."
Chen Qiyue quickly stood up, collected the books, and walked to the bookshelf.
The old man looked at Chen Qiyue and nodded with a smile.
He respected the elders, was humble, serious, focused, and had this talent. His future achievements would definitely not be low.
"Teacher, I want to borrow these books." After a while, Chen Qiyue walked over from the bookshelf.
He had already placed the previous books back on the shelf. At this moment, he was holding eight more books that he had not read.
