Apart from various professional books, the bookshelf also held some random novels, with covers that were quite surprising, or some very cute little ornaments.
She even saw that set of pink notebook and iPad that had been left in the lounge before.
Yun Qiqi's gaze at Yan Yan suddenly turned a bit strange.
As if to say: I didn't expect you to be like this, Yan Yan.
The man saw through her thoughts at a glance, sneered, and tossed out a remark: "These are all things you used to use."
A casual remark indeed changed the young girl's expression, her small face tightened even more, and she stopped talking.
Yan Yan didn't walk towards the desk but pulled her to sit on the sofa, letting her sit close to him, poured a glass of water for her, and then put the documents and notebook on the coffee table before starting work.
Yun Qiqi saw him about to get into the zone and was a bit unresponsive: "Yan Yan, I've already delivered the materials."
