She wanted to use her own ID card, but her age didn't meet the requirements. The editor liked her writing, but when it came to verification, they firmly insisted that she find a guardian.
"I don't have a guardian, it's just me left in my family. If I can't sign the contract, then forget it, I won't write anymore."
"Did you really write this novel?"
"Writing is a long process. If I don't write well later, no one will read it. Since I said I wrote it, then it's naturally mine. Whether you believe it or not, please consider. If you sign the contract, use my ID card, otherwise, there's nothing we can do."
It seems the editor hadn't encountered such a situation before. There was no response from QQ, and Hua Yan didn't worry about it. After all, mentioning a ten-year-old writing an online novel, nobody would believe it. Surely, it requires a process of gaining trust.
