Especially those heartwarming messages from lovely readers made even her, who was usually cold-hearted, feel a bit of warmth. She felt that this profession was sustainable.
Plus, she typed fast, and it really didn't take much time at all.
Look, the novel she's writing now is about to be published, isn't it? That money isn't a small amount...
Just as Tang Anzhi was immersed in her writing, the doorbell from downstairs interrupted her train of thought.
With her train of thought broken and hard to reconnect, she saved the draft in the background.
Then she got up and walked downstairs.
When she saw the person outside from the video, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed without restraint.
She then opened the door, hands in her pockets, looking nonchalantly at the person standing at the doorstep. As for Wen Tongying behind him, glaring at her with angry eyes, she couldn't care less.
