Sheng Yize was speechless.
So was An Xiaxia.
The man was still chattering non-stop. "Gosh, how I love your works! The emotions are depicted in such a refined way, the message delivered is so positive, and more importantly, the plot twists and the climax of the relationships are all so wonderfully done! I always thought that they were the works of a female author, but what do I know? This is wonderful. Your charisma, your writing style, your…"
Sheng Yize cut him off. "You're talking to the wrong person."
"What?" The man was dumbfounded.
An Xiaxia said awkwardly, "I'm the author. He's my husband…"
"…"
Silence filled the room for one moment. The man then chuckled uneasily and said, "I – I'm so sorry… I've only read your books, but know very little else about you…"
"Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal." An Xiaxia smiled at him. The man cleared his throat and said, "My surname is Yue. Just call me Director Yue."
