The moment Zhou Mingzhu turned around, another middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a hat, had silently stepped up to the table. His rough fingers were leisurely straightening the documents on the table, and a few old scars were faintly visible across his knuckles, along with thick calluses on the web of his hand.
Sunlight slanted in from the high window, casting mottled light and shadow across the papers.
Zhou Mingzhu’s lowered eyelashes cast shadows on her face, concealing the surging emotions deep within her eyes.
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