Shen Xinglan stared at Qin An with a puzzled expression. Was he sure it was Lan Xingchen?
"Do you know Lan Xingchen?" Qin An asked. He had searched Lan Xingchen online, a famous author who had not written many books, but each was a masterpiece.
However, Lan Xingchen was very mysterious. No one knew whether they were male or female.
"How could I?" Shen Xinglan quickly responded. She didn't know Lan Xingchen. In fact, she was Lan Xingchen herself.
She was kind of lazy, too lazy to go to work on time, and too lazy to get along with colleagues, which was why she decided to write novels online. She had the freedom to manage her own time without having to maintain relationships with co-workers.
"Alright then." Qin An chuckled. He had read Lan Xingchen's books. While they were great, they did not solely revolve around love stories despite being female-oriented.
As a fan of the original texts, he was naturally worried that the characters and plots would be disfigured.