Uncle Qiao Is Uncle Qiao, Dad Is Dad

The sun was shining through the window, and the room was warm.

Ji Shiting looked at the green plant in the corner.

Although Ye Shengge had been using his study for the past three years, she hadn't touched the decoration of the study. All his things were placed back in the original spot, but there were some things in the study. There was a green plant in the corner, a few books on the bookshelf that she had written with all her heart, and photos of Jinchen and Jinqing on the desk.

Ji Shiting suddenly realized that he had been immersed in this atmosphere for too long, so much so that he had neglected her efforts.

After a long silence, he finally turned on the computer and inserted the data cable of the hard drive into the interface.

A third of the hundreds of hard disks had been occupied. Although there was a lot of content, Ye Shengge had categorized them very clearly using time. There were a total of twelve folders, one every three months.