Ni Guangli entered the room and opened the bookcase doors one by one. The books inside were labeled and numbered just like in a library, all categorized and neatly arranged.
The collection was eclectic, and many showed signs of being read. Nothing too out of the ordinary.
However, to the right of the entrance, one bookcase was filled to the brim with scripts. He pulled one out at random and opened it. It was covered in all sorts of annotations, but there were also codes he couldn't decipher. A closer look revealed they corresponded to a notebook.
Looking up, he found over a dozen notebooks. He took one down and flipped it open. If the date in the margin was correct, she had filled the one in his hands in less than half a month.
Ni Guangli was stunned.
'This is so unhealthy for my daughter!'
'So many young people are dying from overwork these days. We have to be careful!'
And this was only part of it.
Next, he saw two storage bins stacked in a corner.
