"Okay." Chen Shanshan nodded, then rushed straight over there like a gust of wind.
Chen Yiran picked up his phone and returned to his room to charge it.
Tianxin stood in the kitchen, still waiting for the water in the kettle to boil.
After Chen Shanshan entered the study, she was immediately attracted by a large bookshelf in front of her. She walked up to it, looking at the multitude of books lined up, and couldn't help but marvel. Her eyes then wandered back and forth across the bookshelf.
Two minutes later, she lost interest in the bookshelf.
Because all the books on the shelf were professional books that Chen Yiran needed for work, not even a single novel to pass the time was found.
Her gaze followed the bookshelf and shifted to Chen Yiran's desk.
His desk was a bit messy, with file folders, notebooks, and contracts scattered everywhere. The desk even had the four treasures of the study—paper, brush, ink and inkstone, including a paperweight.
