Fang Beidou was motionlessly holding the manuscripts of 'Journey to the West' that Yan Liqiang handed to him as though he was in a trance. The room was filled with only the occasional sound of papers flipping and Yan Liqiang slowly sipping his tea.
After Yan Liqiang finished drinking his tea, he sat at the side and read the articles that a few 'editors' had drafted for the next issue until Fang Beidou was done reading...
Fang Beidou's reading speed was a lot faster than Yan Liqiang's in his previous life. In just two hours, he finally let out a long sigh. Picking up the teacup that had completely cooled down from the table, he drained its contents in one go...
"Did you… write this?" Fang Beidou stared at Yan Liqiang as though he was a monster.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you someone else wrote it either…" Yan Liqiang set the stack of drafts down and spread his arms, "So… yes, of course, I am the one who wrote this."
