Li Yuntian lacked for nothing. Buying something for him was quite a headache for Jiang Xiaobai, as he didn't know what would make a good gift for Li Yuntian.
Jiang Xiaobai wandered around the unfamiliar provincial capital like a headless chicken. The provincial capital was much bigger than Lin Yuan, and he quickly got lost, not knowing where he was.
He looked at his surroundings and realized, to his surprise, that he had somehow ended up at the provincial capital's book market.
There were many bookstores in this area, and he thought giving a book would be a good idea—not too expensive and also highbrow. As long as he picked the right book, it would be suitable for anyone.
After entering a bookstore, Jiang Xiaobai was quickly overwhelmed. This single bookstore alone spanned several hundred square meters, with countless books on the shelves.
"Damn! How am I supposed to find anything in here?"
