Cen Jin watched him seriously handling business matters at his desk and was too lazy to argue with him. She took the bag off her shoulder, turned around, tossed it onto the sofa, sat down, and picked up a psychology book from the geometric coffee table to start flipping through it.
Regarding psychology, Cen Jin had never studied it, so when she flipped through the first page of the book, she felt like she was reading something incomprehensible and couldn't understand it at all. Resolutely, Cen Jin turned a few pages, but after grasping a few words, she decisively put the book back on the table. As she looked up, she saw the lingering light streaming through the blinds onto Jiang Baizhou's profile, softening his stern features somewhat.
