TRMP Chapter 7

The lines are unusually gentle. Jiang Yifeng recited his lines while drinking water, reading them over and over like a child. And Xie Jingshen, amidst the sound of the lines, calmly looked at the project proposal. He occasionally cast his gaze towards Jiang Yifeng on the screen. Sometimes, Jiang Yifeng sat cross-legged on the carpet by the bed, and sometimes he leaned against the table, propping up his cheek. His gaze was focused, his expression gentle, and all his attention was on the pages of the book…