An hour and a half had passed.
The driver, concerned, entered the library and saw at the cash register a pile of books stacked like a little mountain.
Momo was about to swipe the card.
The driver hurried over, astonished, "Why are you buying so many books?"
Momo said, "To eat them, obviously!"
The driver frowned, "Books are for reading, not for eating."
Momo rolled his eyes again, "You don't say!"
The driver felt like he had just asked a stupid question.
Embarrassed, he went over, picked up the books, and walked toward the door.
Han said, "Momo, can you not be so sharp-tongued?"
Momo replied, "When he stops asking me these dumb questions, I'll stop being sharp-tongued."
He didn't like being treated like a child.
But he was often coddled like one.
Over time, it inevitably wore on his patience.
Once home, Lin Qi had already returned from work.
Seeing the driver carrying in a thick stack of books, she was startled, "Why so many books?"