Gong Jiaming always thought Gong Ruini was just busy studying and then going to the Northeast during summer vacation to make money collecting herbs.
He didn't expect that she had a new business, "Are you planning to rent out these books?"
Gong Jiaming knew Gong Ruini read a lot of books, otherwise she wouldn't know so much. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was stunned when he saw Gong Ruini's collection of books.
Two large rooms lined with big bookshelves along the walls, and the shelves were almost full.
Gong Jiaming wasn't interested in those heavy tomes; he preferred comic books.
"So many comic books." Gong Jiaming's mouth dropped wide open. Good heavens, the comic books he'd read probably aren't even one percent of the collection here with Gong Ruini.
"Wow, I want to read, I want to read." Gong Jiaming didn't care how big the rooms were or how nice the garden was. To him, this wasn't his home, and seeing it was enough.
