Lin Gantang, hearing this, let her look around as she pleased.
However, Blackie lay calmly on the shelf, squinting and looking down at the boring humans below with disdain.
Bei Bei waved a cat toy below, trying to lure Blackie, but Blackie remained uninterested.
After a while, Bei Bei lost her patience. She glanced toward the door a few times before finally heading upstairs.
Wang Yingying picked out a few books about the media, and standing on her tiptoes, tried to reach the works on the top shelf. Lin Gantang happened to pass by and helped her get them.
Wang Yingying looked up at him; she was just over one meter fifty, gazing at Lin Gantang's long and straight beautiful legs with envious tears.
"Gantang, is the air fresh up there?" Wang Yingying asked wistfully.
"Especially fresh." Lin Gantang laughed ha-ha and handed her the books. "I heard from Shuangying that you're studying interior design. Who are you picking these books for?"
