The apartment Luo Fei rented had air conditioners in the four bedrooms, but only a fan in the living room.
Seeing Yang Mei sweating profusely in front of the fan, Luo Fei suggested, "Why don't you go to my room and enjoy the air conditioning for a bit?"
"Sure, I haven't visited your room yet, it'd be nice to take a look."
At home, Yang Mei was used to blowing the air conditioner, and she immediately stood up when she spoke.
Luo Fei's room was very tidy, and there were very few things in the room.
Besides a bed and a wardrobe, there was only a desk, and on the desk was a thick stack of books, all related to police criminal investigation.
Yang Mei roughly counted them; there were probably more than twenty books.
She knew he was very diligent when they were in the police team, but she didn't expect him to be this diligent.
Sitting down at the desk, she couldn't help but ask, "Luo Fei, when are you going to finish reading so many books?"
"These? I've long finished reading them."
