Trevin opened the window to air the room. Summer hurriedly ran to the window to breathe in some fresh air.
This place had been remained vacant for a long time and its smell was very strong now.
"My study is over there. We can go there and get the materials that we need later." Trevin pointed to a place behind Summer and said.
Summer turned around and looked in the direction of Trevin's pointing finger. She felt surprised with her eyes wide open.
In the place which Trevin just pointed to, there were bookshelves placed against three walls, which were filled with books. Beside them were two movable ladders for picking up books.
Summer trotted over and exclaimed, "So many books..."
It was simply a small library. The bookshelves should have been custom-made. Otherwise, they couldn't match the walls so perfectly in size.
"When I was a child, I was very naughty. My father locked me up and asked me to read books. After that, he would do random checks on me, so I had to work hard. I've grown up with these books and thus I love them very much." Trevin walked past the bookshelves and stretched out his hand. He looked very enjoyable when his fingers touched the corner of the books.
The punishment of a philanthropist was very special.
"Your father really put a lot of thought into cultivating you." Summer raised her head to look at the books on the three walls. She teased him with a rare smile, "There're so many books here. I wonder how naughty you were when you were a child."
Trevin turned around. Instead of answering her question, he said, "Now you're smiling."
The smile on Summer's face faded.
"You've been faking your smile since the first time I saw you. This is the first time I've seen you smile so sincerely." Trevin leaned against a bookshelf and looked at Summer.
Summer stopped smiling and replied, "You too."
She walked close to the bookshelves and found that all the books had been classified.
She searched by category and found the books related to law. She then turned to Trevin and asked, "Are all the books here related to law?"
"Yes, they are." Trevin stopped making fun and walked over.
They two stayed at Trevin's place all afternoon.
When Trevin was looking for information and reading, he looked very serious. Summer didn't have much knowledge of these materials, so there was little she could do for him.
When it was time for Summer to pick up Rosie, she put down the materials in her hand and said, "I'm going to pick Rosie up from school.
Hearing that, Trevin also put down the book in his hand and said, "Let's go. Hurry up!"
He looked even more eager than Summer. Those who didn't know might think that he was going to pick up his own daughter.
When Summer drove Trevin to Rosie's kindergarten, the class had not yet ended.
They two waited outside for more than ten minutes before they saw some children walking out.
While waiting for Rosie, Summer called Tim, "Assistant Tim, I pick up Rosie to my place today too."
"OK, I got it." Actually, Tim had already known that Summer would pick Rosie up today, so he didn't plan to go at all.
When Rosie came out of kindergarten, she jumped and hopped. It seemed that she was in a good mood today.
Noticing Summer, Rosie got even happier and ran towards her.
Summer leaned over to hold her, "Rosie, you look very happy today."
Rosie chuckled. She took out a small box from her pocket and handed it to Summer. "My teacher asked us to go back and take care of these little eggs. They'll hatch into tiny silkworms," she said.
Summer opened the box and took a look.
There were a few small eggs inside. She had never seen a silkworm, nor did she know what its eggs looked like.
At this time, Trevin, who had been standing by her side and remained silent all this while, reached out his hand and poked her arm.
Summer raised her head and saw Trevin pointing at Rosie. He was winking at Summer to urge her to introduce him to her daughter.
After Summer carefully put away the little box, she put her hand on Rosie's shoulder and pointed at Trevin, "Rosie, this is Trevin. You can call him Uncle Trevin."
"My name is Trevin Wolf. What's your name?" Trevin also squatted down. He narrowed his eyes as he put on a bright smile and spoke in a cute tone to amuse her.
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