Yang Yuran snatched back her phone, zoomed in on the current screen, and froze it on the yellow text, laughing as she repeated what she had just said, "Ha, my Yuran is really so high and mighty, going to the trouble of registering a new account even though she already has an old one!"
"Don't sweat the small stuff, the key thing is the attitude of supporting the genuine version. Stop making noise, I'm going back to my book."
Yang Yuran kept a straight face and a steady heartbeat, reclaiming her phone and plunging back into the twists and turns of the story.
After seven hours, she finished the 320,000-word novel, but her worries only intensified. She made it to Zhou Yuanyuan's office before the end of the workday and shared her concerns.
"Yuanyuan, this drama doesn't suit our team's new song," she said.
"How does it not fit?"
Zhou Yuanyuan paused the document she was typing and turned to ask.
