The sunlight flooded through the windowsill, covering the ground, and the room was silent, only the clear sound of pages turning echoed intermittently.
Even with skimming, finishing a hundred and twenty pages would take some time, and Yan Junyu, who went from being casually indifferent to fully absorbed, spent even more time.
Watching the slender and fair fingers of the person opposite her flipping through the business proposal she had carefully prepared, Mo Yan was confident, but she couldn't truly relax without his explicit assent.
Two hours later, Yan Junyu finished the last word. His enchanting peach blossom eyes shot straight toward the girl opposite him, sparkling with admiration yet also profound puzzlement.