Ting He quietly walked in, lit the lamp, and the room immediately brightened, only then did Zhao Hanzhang realize that the sky had unknowingly begun to darken.
She rubbed her slightly sore eyes, reminding herself not to indulge in entertainment.
Indeed, these interesting letters are really quite entertaining.
Zhao Hanzhang collected the letters, then reached for the official documents, and when she looked up, she saw Fu Tinghan across from her, head down while writing something, having not looked up for a long time, not even the lighting of the lamp disturbed him.
Zhao Hanzhang then couldn't sit still, like a child with hyperactivity, she got up and walked over there.
She leaned over his shoulder and saw that he was drawing on a large piece of paper.
She was somewhat surprised, "This is..."
