After Wang Jian left with relief,
the bookstore owner's request for additional copies of "Arcane Throne" had arrived as scheduled.
Just like before,
some purchased directly, while others picked up "Arcane Throne" and started reading.
Finally, it was Jack Dorsey's turn.
He picked up the last remaining copy from this batch and couldn't help but feel grateful to the Asian young man who had just walked away from him.
Realized in time not to buy such a fanciful product.
This young man was not too foolish after all.
While thinking this, Dorsey found a corner and squatted down.
When he glanced at the cover, he couldn't help but sneer.
Ha,
no matter how attractive the cover is, it can't hide the paleness of the novel's content.
He opened the book, and the superb feel of the glazed paper made him sigh again.
Using such good paper to print these words, what a waste.
He took out the notebook he carried with him, ready to read and note down the unreasonable parts.
