When Yu Yanshen returned again, he carried with him the chill of the outside air.
He opened the car door hurriedly and closed it just as quickly, as if he were afraid the cold wind might enter.
Yao Qing noticed this small detail, and her heart stirred slightly.
Blinking, she looked at the man before her, "What did you go out for?"
Yu Yanshen pulled out a book.
"The prison doesn't allow food or drinks, but books are permitted."
"...You brought a book for my father?" Yao Qing asked, confusedly frowning.
Her father wasn't the type to enjoy reading; he made his fortune purely through his own tenacity and the grace of the heavens.
Bringing a book... How odd.
