When they reached the room, Ye Ranran suddenly thought of something and walked over to the bookshelf, pulling out a notebook from within.
It was the design notebook Jun Mochan had collected for her before.
"How did this end up with you?" she asked. She had checked that day, and all her copies were well preserved. So why were there two copies?
"These are photocopies. The ones you discarded were the originals," Jun Mochan touched his nose and said quietly.
Ye Ranran looked at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, "Did you secretly follow me and pick these out of the trash?"
"Would I do something like that?" Jun Mochan responded, a bit annoyed yet his face strangely flushed with red.
Ye Ranran's curiosity deepened, "Then why are you blushing?"
"I'm not blushing. The ones you threw away, I had someone pick them back," Jun Mochan didn't tell her that some were bought back from others at a high price.