As soon as Zhang Zian came to the third floor, he saw the back of Meng Li in the central reading area.
The library was as warm as spring. Meng Li took off his woolen coat, folded it neatly, and put it beside him. Leaning comfortably against the back of a chair, he was reading a book in a foreign language about the popularization of science.
With fewer readers on the third floor, it was much quieter than on the second floor. After all, there were few readers who could read books in foreign languages without any obstacles.
Zhang Zian did not disturb Meng Li. He continued doing what he did on the second floor, by holding his cell phone to search every corner on the third floor. Still, there was no trace of the elfin.
