Xiang Wan got herself a bottle of mineral water and sat in front of the laptop.
It was evening in Nanmu, and the surroundings were all quiet.
On the street outside the window, there were very few vehicles, which was a huge contrast to the big cities.
Quietness was a beneficial factor for creative work.
Xiang Wan took a deep breath, put on her earpiece, and listened to music with her eyes closed. She let her thoughts blend into the story…
…
"Fang Yelan, why do you think we are able to get out of danger safely every time?"
"… Hmm, plot armor!"
"Heh, what makes you so sure that you're the main protagonist?"
"Hur, then what is it that keeps us safe till now?"
"It's because we are good people with a conscience."
As Rong Xiaonuan said this statement, she was not so sure as well. As if to affirm her point, she continued to talk about it.
