"Dawn's broken, huh~~"
Xiao Lin lifted her body wearily from the desk, palm shielding her eyes, and looked out the window listlessly.
"Xiao Lin, Xiao Lin?"
"Oh, Big Liu..." Xiao Lin gave a tired smile, "Another one?"
Big Liu, too, had eyes full of bloodshot, looking haggard, "Yeah, these are the materials just collected by the comrades below. You create the file."
Xiao Lin took the file bag, checked the seal, signed her name, and finally nodded her head.
A few thin A4 sheets were printed with a person's life, his name was Li Xu, 24 years old, his profession a web novelist. As for education... dropped out from a private college?
Ugh, what a variety there is nowadays, even someone like this can be a writer!
