When she woke up, the seat next to her was empty, which didn't surprise Jiang Lingxi at all.
She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was three in the afternoon.
She guessed that the person who woke up before her had already finished a meeting by now.
Just as the slightly ajar door of the lounge was pushed open, Liang Qingqing was still engrossed in her book outside.
She had picked up a history book earlier. At first, the obscure content made it hard to read, but after persevering, she found it rather interesting.
When someone approached, she was startled and almost dropped her book.
"Miss Jiang."
Jiang Lingxi hadn't really paid much attention to Shen Yunqing's bookshelf in the morning. But now, seeing Liang Qingqing leaning against it, reading intently, she was intrigued enough to come over and take a look.
After seeing the book's title, she paused in silence.
