"You seemed to be in a good mood."
The words made Yin Yi Bo pause. He raised his head and met the editor's inquiring gaze.
"Aren't I always in a good mood?" Yin Yi Bo asked.
The editor clicked his tongue. "Well, it's getting better these days."
Thinking about it, Yin Yi Bo often disappeared instead of writing at home. He felt that Yin Yi Bo was back at babysitting someone's children. But that was not possible.
Yin Yi Bo would tell him if he had to babysit again.
The editor recalled the manuscript that Yin Yi Bo handed in recently.
It seemed that the quality had improved. Even the investors looked happy when they saw the manuscript.
The editor observed Yin Yi Bo for a while with his eyes narrowed. "Yi Bo, are you in love?"
Yin Yi Bo was about to continue checking on his work when he heard his editor's question. He paused briefly, wondering whether he should tell the truth to his editor.
