Bai Qiru stared at the mother-child talisman in her hand and said, "This time the message has turned into a mother-child talisman, indicating a desire for direct contact."
Li Xianghong snorted, "He thinks he can have his way with me?"
Without another word, she cast a spell on the mother-child talisman, sending a questioning message: Who is it?
Meanwhile, Shi Chun was already boiling water and making tea by the stove in the library, glancing at the newly arrived message but ignoring such a tedious question.
Today, guests seemed to arrive at the library unusually early and in unusually large numbers, most not there for reading but due to the city lockdown, seeking a place to chat with various speculations.
Initially, Shi Chun genuinely admired these scholars, but after hearing their remarks too often, he discovered many are not foolish from reading but inherently foolish, and reading more books is useless.
With so many people, the tea served emptied pitcher after pitcher.
