Lin Tian visited Zhao Xuefeng's house previously, so he was quite familiar with the layout of the rooms.
Last time, he stayed in the guest room, which was right across from the study.
Lin Tian gently knocked on the study door twice, and Zhao Qingtang's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Her voice was still as sweet as a nightingale, soft and gentle.
If she were an ugly woman, the mere sound of that voice in the dark would be enough to get someone's blood pumping, not to mention she's quite attractive.
Lin Tian pushed the door open and went in, finding Zhao Qingtang holding a pen and absorbed in her writing, completely unaware of his presence.
A large desk was covered with folders and two computers.
Zhao Xuefeng's home's study was also rather impressive, packed with books despite its small size. Most of the books were medical and neatly categorized.
Ancient medicine, Western medicine. Psychology, internal medicine, surgery. Neurology, psychology, orthopedics...
