He Ling looked at the discarded items one by one, and in a trance, she always felt as if something else was lost as well, but she couldn't imagine what it was.

After arranging Dong'er to stay, He Ling took the manuscript to Tianshui Bookstore.

The thought of going to Tianshui Bookstore made her feel irritated.

She has revised this manuscript four times.

If it weren't for the repeated revisions to the manuscript, she wouldn't have gotten angry that day, wouldn't have hurt Yuanbao, and the series of events that followed wouldn't have happened.

Forget it, forget it, it’s all over.

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Xie Ping took the manuscript, flipped through it quickly, looked distracted, and quickly closed it.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she said, "He Ling, this script can still be improved." The implication was that it still needed to be revised.

He Ling's expression suddenly changed.

Xie Ping again raised a bunch of points that needed revisions, but this time, before she could finish, He Ling interrupted her: "Boss Xie, I don't think my draft needs revisions. I guess you're the one who deliberately doesn't want it to pass."

Xie Ping's words suddenly stopped. She raised her eyes and looked at He Ling coldly, with a smile on her face: "He Ling, what do you mean?"

He Ling had a bad temper to begin with, and the suppressed anger couldn't help but burst out: "Boss Xie, don't you know what I mean? You have a problem with me."

Xie Ping admired her angry side with great interest, and then threw away the manuscript in her hand.

Sheets of manuscripts, written in black and white, were suddenly scattered all over the floor.

"He Ling, who gave you the courage to speak to me like this?"

He Ling clenched her hands tightly and stared at her.

Xie Ping: "Since you asked, I'll tell you. Yes, I did do it on purpose. As for why? Xiao Er, tell her."

The waiter had no expression on his face and told the story of the past few days in a serious manner.

After He Ling terminated his contract with Fengya Bookstore and signed an agreement with Tianshui Bookstore instead, all his previously published storybooks were also sold at Tianshui Bookstore.

He Ling has been writing vernacular novels for several years and has become quite famous because she has a small group of loyal readers in Renhe County.

He Ling was a womanist by nature. After she made her first fortune from her storybooks, she always promoted them inadvertently. Therefore, most of her ordinary readers knew her real identity and name.

This in itself is nothing, and it even makes He Ling more proud in real life. Every time she goes out, she can feel the admiration of others, which makes her enjoy it very much.

But the bad thing is that a few days ago, it was revealed that He Ling almost killed her own child.

The people cursed He Ling, and therefore her script was boycotted.

In recent days, there are basically not many people coming to Renhe County to buy He Ling's storytelling books. Sometimes, even when new people think her storytelling books are good and want to buy them, they are pulled away by acquaintances who say: I know the author of my storytelling books. She is not a good person. She almost killed her own children. Her husband wants to divorce her. It is better not to read the storytelling books of such a person.

After hearing what the waiter said, He Ling was stunned and didn't want to believe it: "How, how is it possible? I didn't kill Yuan Bao, how can they say that to me?"

Xie Ping scoffed. She had heard from the waiter that He Ling had killed her son, and she had to admit that He Ling was a beast. However, that wasn't the reason she wanted to terminate her agreement with He Ling.

"He Ling, you should know that I am a businessman, and businessmen pursue profit."