Time was of the essence, Qian Cangyi stood up from his seat and walked towards the wall opposite the desk.
In the spacious room, stacks of yellow cardboard boxes were placed against the wall. None of the vertical rows exceeded three boxes high, each box was clearly marked with dates, indicating the time period they covered.
According to the memories of Shen Yu in his mind, he knew that these boxes were used to store letters, so the letters sent by Su Wenshan must also be among them.
As he approached the boxes, Qian Cangyi passed a long, reddish-brown-framed mirror that hung on the wall, exuding an air of ancient charm. The mirror reflected his current appearance.
His thick, jet-black hair was combed back, revealing a smooth forehead. He wore a white shirt on the upper body, covered with an iconic beige checkered coat, and iconic blue pants fitted on the lower body, giving him a bit of a scholarly air. The iconic grey boots on his feet added a touch of rugged elegance.
