Leng Muchen stood at the door of her study and watched her for a long time. She was thinking and typing on the keyboard. What was she busy with?

"Qin Yafeng." Leng Muchen came over and just as he opened his mouth, he saw Qin Yafu closing his notebook at the fastest speed.

"Less cold, what's wrong with me?" Qin Yafu actually knew long ago that since Leng Muchen was willing to pay for a notebook for her, he would also like to know what she wanted the notebook to do, if it was just designed, it would not be necessary at all.

When Leng Muchen saw her guarding against...