"Wait, come back, we still need to discuss..." Professor Ye Hong, thin and elderly, looked like he could be blown over by the wind, yet he walked very quickly, leaving the archives room in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Ji You's voice caught in her throat, and her heart tightened a bit.
So, the old man looks frail, but he's actually quite robust, isn't he? Otherwise, how could he run so fast?
Ji You muttered, lowered her head, and touched the black notebook cover with her hand. Then she opened the notebook, glanced briefly, and found that the notes had clearly been organized, very much in Professor Ye Hong's meticulous style. It was not a casual scribble but deliberately arranged. The first page contained a neatly written table of contents, followed by pages of notes, with some places even specially annotated.
