Huo Siyu's bookroom had many rooms, each with a different use. Some were for work, some for reading, and others were for private entertainment.
There was also one for receiving guests.
It was spacious and bright, without a single standard bookshelf you would expect in a study. The fixed, large furniture, such as sofas and coffee tables, were all lavish, and a few landscape paintings and calligraphy hung on the walls, with nothing else.
"Does it upset you that Shen Li is so worried about you?" Huo Siyu said with a smile, seated in the main chair, scrutinizing Shen Yu with his gaze.
This man, as cold as ice, had always thought he was heartless; it seems he had been mistaken. Shen Yu's emotions were very rich, particularly his exceptionally fallen expression at the moment, which pleased him greatly.
