The inscription bead was about to stop.
"You mean the scriptwriter?"
"Right." Ming Zhu nodded.
"Sister An Ran, I think if you don't vote for a piece in the online novel competition in Worry City, there might be extra surprises waiting for you."
"Sister An Ran, why do you like to write stories?"
An Ran thought about Ming Zhu's suggestion and felt that it was not bad. In fact, after so many years, very few people had asked An Ran why she liked to write stories. It was difficult for people to live two lives at the same time, but novels were fine.
It was a little strange to talk to someone so seriously. An Ran laughed and said," Hey, let's just make a living." "I can't starve to death."
Zhu Zhuan smiled," Sister An Ran, you must also bend your waist for five fights."
An Ran stared blan
