"Why have you recently taken an interest in 'The Western Wing'?"
At night, Lin Wan was curled up in Lu Zheng's arms watching TV, when she noticed a hardcover copy of "The Western Wing" on the coffee table.
"'The Western Wing' is one of the four great classical plays of our country. Its plot is captivating, its characters vivid and dynamic, and it possesses exceptional literary value," Lu Zheng said seriously.
Lin Wan was speechless, "Speak human."
"I'm extremely bored, so I just picked it up to read," Lu Zheng nodded, thinking there's no harm in reading it whether it's relevant to the modern times or not.
"You're extremely bored and not reading web novels anymore?" Lin Wan asked curiously.
"Recently I'm in a book slump, there's nothing good to read," Lu Zheng said helplessly, "I'm getting old, can't keep up with the times, and the books young people read I can barely get through now."
Lin Wan couldn't help but roll her eyes, "You're only in your twenties!"
"So?"
