Wen Zishu

Along the way, he didn't pay attention to the scenery outside the window. He held his phone tightly, waiting for the ringtone to ring.

It was not until he got off the bus at the bus stop and was still about ten meters away from Wen Yaya's community that his phone vibrated.

Xia Qinglee's face was dispirited as she let out a sigh of relief. Her forehead was still covered with sweat, "How is it written now?"

"I'm sorry. I just finished writing today's update. Can you send it to me first?" Wen Yaya's voice on the phone was apologetic.

"Alright then, but I have already arrived at the entrance of your community. Go and get the manuscript. " After she finished eating, she hung up the phone. She had just walked a few steps when she saw Wen Yaya walking over with two big shopping bags in her hands. She gave her an innocent smile.