At this time, at Fang Zhou's home.
Wen Xiaoshu and Fang Zhou were each typing on a laptop screen.
Initially, Wen Xiaoshu had planned to spend New Year's Eve with Fang Zhou, but the countdown show was too boring, full of talentless pop idols. Thus, she decided to write her novel first and return to watch the countdown later.
Having the opportunity to write ancient language novels again, and finally able to publish under her pen name instead of ghostwriting for others, Wen Xiaoshu was quite excited.
But just as she was bursting with inspiration, she suddenly heard a sound like a telephone ring from behind her.
Wen Xiaoshu instinctively turned her head to look.
At that moment, Fang Zhou was sitting on a sofa, also with a laptop, from which the ringing was coming.
Fang Zhou accepted a video call request from Dai Lin on the laptop screen.
"Dai Lin?"
What could he want now?
Fang Zhou answered the video call.
