Plus, Zhou Muning was starting to get sleepy, so the two of them had no choice but to head toward Qin Xiangyi’s little room.
As soon as they walked in, Qin Xiangyi caught the faint scent of paper and ink. Inside, there was only a simple bed, a table, and countless stacks of books piled up everywhere. The calendar on the wall was covered in marks and notes, recording the days she went out to help with this or that job.
Clearly, in the Qin family, not only did Qin Xiangyi have no authority, she did not even get...
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