Fong Yan's heart skipped a beat: "Shut up!"
"You won't let me touch the books, can't move people, what can I move then?" Why is everything so difficult.
Fong Yan turned his head: "Read your book."
Chuzheng continued flipping through the book: "But how do you have so many paper books?"
People are accustomed to the internet, where everything can be found directly online, convenient, fast, and easy to carry.
Though paper books aren't exactly rare, they're not common.
It's particularly rare for someone like Fong Yan to have a room almost filled with books.
But for a wealthy family...
"They're not mine."
"Hmm?"
"..." Fong Yan clearly didn't want to answer that question, opened the wardrobe, and grabbed some clothes: "I'm going to take a shower."
"Do you need my help?"
"...No need!"
"My duty is to take care of you." Chuzheng stated matter-of-factly: "Helping you shower is within my scope of responsibilities." I can! I am capable! Let me do it!
"..."
