"Ah... you..." Feng Xiaoyue was dumbfounded!
That beautiful face, moist and radiant, was filled with shock.
Her rosy lips parted, and her bright eyes sparkled as if bursting with color.
The Liu Zhizhong before her wore an honest smile without a hint of affectation.
He was himself, the sincere him!
Feng Xiaoyue finally snapped out of her surprise, clapped her hands on the table, "You really are a prodigy, my goodness... Liu Zhizhong, you are truly amazing! Indeed, indeed, only your own writing could be adapted to such colorful brilliance. Originally, our plan required over a month for the adaptation, could it be... that it will take less time?"
"I think... it should," he replied.
