"Third Senior Sister, where's your father? Bring me to him!" Ye Chen immediately said.
Third Senior Sister nodded.
"Little junior brother, follow me!"
The two immediately left the room and walked toward a place.
They walked into the attic and looked around. The tables and chairs carved out of top-grade sandalwood were meticulously carved with different patterns. The delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to a woman flowed everywhere.
The bright and beautiful sunlight shone down from the bamboo window, and the table was also filled with sunlight. On the table was a yellowish white silk, and beside it was an inkstone with a few writing brushes in the barrel.