Yang Weicheng meets Singus again in the small sitting room on the left of the first floor of the main building.
One wall is inlaid with a fireplace, the other is a panoramic French window, a bookcase with two walls, a carpet in the middle, two chairs, and an old-fashioned desk lamp. They try their best to shine, but there is still not enough light left.
Thanks to the fireplace.
In May, the fire was still burning. Yang Weichengguang felt hot and dry when he looked at the flickering flames.
Cyngus hugged him and patted him on the shoulder excitedly: "Come on, let's have a drink as a celebration."
Go to the desk, Congtuo