Ming Ge decided to block them.
The other party didn't want to talk to you and threw a mop at you.
The morning sun was brilliant but not piercingly hot; the vine-rose fragrance in the small garden was intoxicating, and the French sycamore branches and leaves were lush, allowing only speckled light and shadow to sprinkle down from above.
Ming Ge sat under the shade of the trees, nestled in a white circular chair, scrolling the mouse in her hand, looking at the Yuan Dian novel website she had not logged into for nearly an entire week.
The drafts she had left in the backend had all been sent out. "Cloud Immortal" was not on the shelves yet, still in the free period, and without Ming Ge noticing, it had already set off a wave of enthusiasm on the Yuan Dian novel website.