This study looked a lot like Jiangg's office, which he had visited before.
The same plain, unadorned wooden cabinets. The windowsills, shelves, and desk were all filled with plants.
To say it was brimming with life would be no exaggeration.
He scanned the esoteric books once and decided the medical report couldn't possibly be hidden in a place like this. Anyone who reads often knows you shouldn't hide important things in books; otherwise, you're bound to lose them from all the flipping back and forth.
Under the desk lamp, the study tools were so artfully arranged. A look of deep admiration appeared in Chen Yuan's eyes.
A fountain pen, an eyeglasses case, a hairpin, research papers, an iPad for taking notes—everything was placed just where one would imagine, within easy reach. Looking at this desk, he could even picture what Jiangg Ning looked like when she was studying.
