Chapter 862

"Pushing the door of the study room open, she immediately touched the black shadow in front of the desk." "There was a white light in the room, which was quiet and dead. A wide desk was placed in the center of the spacious room." There was an ink paper and an ink stone on it. Ronald liked to practice calligraphy. "At this moment, the person who often held a brush pen and bowed at the table to write was no longer the same person." "Stacy walked over. The ink on one of the inkstones on the table had dried up, and a fragrance of ink filled the air. She looked at the man sitting at the table and hesitated for a few times, not knowing how to open her mouth to talk to him. Then she walked over and gave him a hug." "After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, ""Someone will come at dawn. You have to adjust your mood as soon as possible.""" "Zong Jingrong gazed at everything in the room, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar. In a low, hoarse voice, h