"Ju the great novelist, um... oh... I get what you mean, no worries, let the Lawyers Association investigate if they want, what's there to be afraid of."
Ju Haiqing felt his face flush as he listened to the sounds coming through the phone. As an internet novelist, known to all, people in his profession are especially good at imagining things.
Maybe to you it's just a few sounds, but in someone else's mind, an 800-word Liu Beiwen has already appeared...
"Ahem, Mr. Tang, maybe you're busy?"
"Give it some more oomph, Song, didn't you eat... No, no, it's fine, I'm just running an experiment."
Song???
Ju Haiqing quickly realized he must be misunderstanding something. What exactly was happening on the other end?
On this end of the phone, Tang Fangjing stood in his office, while Song, beside him, clenched his fist and punched Tang Fangjing repeatedly.
When the fists wore out, he switched to a stick, and when the stick was done, he switched to a rope... used as a whip.
