The young man in front of her was worth certainly more than a hundred billion yuan. Did that mean that in his eyes, even the most beautiful woman was just a skeleton covered with a layer of flesh?
Just as Yu was pondering this, the man with an indifferent expression suddenly spoke up:
"I'm just enjoying the process of finding a book."
His gaze finally rested on the book before him, and with a hint of a smile in his eyes, Chu Mo gently breathed in. He pulled out the "Chu Mo Short Story Collection" from the corner of the shelf and, upon standing upright, caressed the ink-scented title page of the book with his hand, inhaled deeply, his eyes brimming with rapture.
"Mr. Chu, this book was written by you, wasn't it?"
When the quiet girl by his side asked, Chu Mo gently nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes. He then flipped open the title page and once again focused on the first article in the opening chapter.
