The man's voice was like Pandora's box, gradually unraveling Jiang Ruan's most burning questions.
Outside the door at this moment.
Zhan Xiaohan leaned against the corridor railing, holding his cell phone to his ear with one hand.
His voice was light and pleasant, "Your precious book, you'll have to wait until my wife has had enough of it. After all, your talent is no match for my wife's. The book is more valuable in her hands."
Chu Mochen managed to resist cursing aloud. Standing outside the hospital, he clenched the piece of paper in his hand.
"I'm also very impressive, okay? Could I have started an online company if I wasn't?"
Zhan Xiaohan was in a good mood, still feeling the lingering warmth on his lips, otherwise he wouldn't want to waste words.
"Cut the crap. What's the matter?"
Chu Mochen's voice was annoyed, as he punched the hospital's exterior wall, "Of course, there's something wrong. I can't tell anymore who the real Jiang Yuning is and who the fake one is."