Chen Cheng smiled. "I didn't mean to lecture you. I'm just used to a poor life, so I know a few things."
"Yes. It's rare that you've found success but haven't forgotten your roots."
Shen Qingyao nodded in agreement, then said, "Oh, right, what's inside that Worry-Relieving Album Miss Qiluo gave you earlier?"
Chen Cheng was also curious about the contents of the Worry-Relieving Album. He took out the two booklets, handed one to Shen Qingyao, and started flipping through the other himself.
He hadn't known what was inside, but a single glance was enough to startle him. The Worry-Relieving Album was filled with illustrations of various lovemaking positions.
The artwork was remarkably fine and detailed—vivid and realistic. It was clearly the work of a master painter and could be considered a rare masterpiece.
Of course, Chen Cheng was a worldly man, so he only gave it a casual look, not bothering to study it in detail.
