The Maybach pulled up in front of the coffee shop.
Since it was a work day, and it wasn't yet off-work time, there were only a couple of scattered customers in the coffee shop.
One table seated a young affectionate couple, chatting cosily in the corner of the first floor, while the other table had two men working on their laptops, their backs to the entrance. It was apparent from the computer screens that they seemed to be using some sort of writing software.
Hmm?
Online novel writers?
Scenes like this were not uncommon in coffee shops where some online writers liked to type away on their laptops in places like Starbucks.
When Yang Hao entered the shop and saw this scene, he couldn't help but think of Fat Peng, whom he hadn't seen in a long time—the man resolved to become a god of online literature. He wondered how Fat Peng's writing was going these days!
Huh?
That's not right!
That back profile looks very familiar!
Isn't that Fat Peng?
"Yang!"
"How did you get here!"
