Is it thrilling?
In his cramped rental, Lin Chuan's fingers paused on the keyboard, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he replied, "Youyou, now you're teasing me!"
Youyou: "Also?"
Lin Chuan scratched his head: "That's not important. What's important is you're making fun of a flop of a writer."
Youyou looked at the message Lin Chuan had sent and smiled slightly, her slender and fair fingers dancing like playing the piano: "It's not teasing. Plus, you're not a flop anymore."
Teasing?
Lin Chuan smiled and replied, "The royalty payment hasn't hit my account yet, so what am I if not a flop?"
"Would a flop warrant a personal manuscript review by the chief editor?" Youyou replied.
Chief editor's personal review?
Lin Chuan was startled: "Youyou, you've been promoted to chief editor? Congratulations!"
