As soon as An Jing entered the room in the Agricultural Institute where she dealt with work and also rested, she grinned and said, "Husband, this isn't bad at all."
Though it was called a single room, it actually consisted of two: one for working and one for resting, and the setup was quite decent.
Xiao Changyi responded indifferently, "It's still not as good as our own home."
"Of course," An Jing immediately agreed with a beaming smile. Although their home was much simpler than this place, it was their home—how could it possibly compare?
Just then, two junior officials entered, carrying a pile of yellowing books and documents.
These two junior officials were Clerk Zhang and Clerk Jiang, always at An Jing's disposal for any tasks.
