"Writing a novel?"
Zi Rui slowed down in front of the toll booth and glanced at Tian Xiang through the rearview mirror, "Why are you asking about this now? Do you want to write one?"
Tian Xiang: "I don't know, just want to learn a bit about it."
Zi Rui: "It's okay to play around, but otherwise, forget it. You're somewhat famous now. Manage your image well, and later I can ask a friend to introduce you to acting. You can develop in that direction in the future."
Acting, huh...
Tian Xiang wasn't interested. She had acted too much in her past life and was tired of it.
She felt her current state was more suited to doing nothing and living idly, taking a thermos to the park to pass the time.
Tian Xiang: "Have you ever written one?"
He talked a lot, but didn't answer her question, huh.
Zi Rui: "Where would I have the time to write those things? Recently my dad started overseeing me too, so I have to go to the office when there's nothing else to do."
Alright.
