Ren Zhong Era, Day 140, New Origin Calendar, November 19, 682.
The night just after the start of winter felt a little chilly.
The hotel suite's living room was silent, except for the rustling sound of pages being turned.
Wang Zhaofu sat upright on the sofa, feet together, fingers interlocked, looking intensely forward as if waiting for a teacher to grade his exam paper.
Over there, Ren Zhong was rapidly flipping through a notebook with yellowed pages.
Beside Ren Zhong was a pile of ledgers he had already reviewed.
After a long while, Ren Zhong put down the last notebook in his hand, slowly tilted his head back, rested it against the sofa, and closed his eyes.
Wang Zhaofu asked nervously, "Brother Ren, how is it? Any help..."
Ju Qingmeng raised her hand, pressing downward, making a gesture for silence.
Lately, she understood Ren Zhong more and more.
Once Ren Zhong took this posture, she knew it meant he was about to enter a deep thinking state.
