Xu Lin is driven by profit, thinking there's potential here, plus his way of making money now is either writing books or collaborating on outlines with others.
If there's another way to make money by composing, why not?
"I need to find some time to look into this!"
Xu Lin decided.
Bang!
At that moment.
Zhao Liangchen pushed the door open and came in.
"Bro, I helped you bring back those gym tools!"
"Gym tools?"
Zhao Liangchen pointed to the corner of Xu Lin's bed space.
Only then did Xu Lin notice a paper box wrapped in a snakeskin bag.
"Thanks, Zhao Liangchen!"
"No worries, I just helped you bring it back!"
During National Day, Xu Lin bought forty kilograms of dumbbells, but they were kept at the delivery station and he hadn't picked them up.
Forty kilograms, a pair of dumbbells, which means twenty kilograms on each side.
"Bro, this is forty kilograms, can you handle it?"
