C1871 Mogul
At noon, the winter sun was outside the shutters.
Hao Yan finished organizing the information on the last page of the computer, and the phone on the table vibrated.
A message from Qin Huainian, he was already downstairs.
elder sister Zhao who was at the side had been leaning over with half a body, wanting to ask her what she wanted to eat for the takeout lunch