Uncle's desk was already infuriatingly large.
It was at least ten square meters in area, even bigger than her previous room.
It carried two desktop computers, along with a laptop.
The laptop wasn't even the one Uncle usually used; he generally carried the one he used with him.
Four computers, what on earth for? Did all the big shots have so many computers on their desks?
Behind Uncle, not too far away, was an ancient wooden carved shelf, full of folders.
There were so many, those whose memory wasn't too sharp surely wouldn't remember where each file was placed.
And then, on the other side of the office, the couch was both large and extravagant.
Even if five or six people lay down to sleep on it at the same time, it wouldn't seem crowded.
Not far from the couch was an open coffee loft, where one could brew a coffee and sit by the tea-table, chatting over a cup.
Unfortunately, the coffee loft seemed to have been unused for a long time.
