The backyard of Wenyuan Bookstore is much larger than imagined.
Near it were more than a dozen desks, with the four treasures of the study placed on them. In the distance, dozens of craftsmen sat in the corner, carving their pear wood printing blocks.
Qi Zhaoning stood less than half a step away from Lin Chaojing. When Chen Ji's gaze swept over, she slightly raised her chin and met his eyes.
But Chen Ji's gaze didn't linger on Qi Zhaoning; instead, it swept across everyone in the backyard, trying to quickly memorize each face.
He vaguely suspected that many spies from the Military Intelligence Department would come to the Glass Factory today, and these people would surely find an appropriate excuse to cover up their true motive... a literary meeting at Wenyuan Bookstore couldn't be more suitable.
Among the dozens of people present, there might be spies from the Military Intelligence Department.
No, there must be.
