Ming Hong: "Just leave me alone."
Linghu Lan: "..." Where's my sword? This man is so domineering, I think I need to learn the Sunflower Manual.
Ming Hong: "..."
The man finally relaxed upon seeing Linghu Lan. "Master, has my wife's matter been resolved? Master, please, you must save her."
“It’s all right now.” With a thought, Linghu Lan received a memory of his wife from Ming Hong and it was transferred into the man’s mind.
The man stood there stunned for a long time, then burst into tears, murmuring to himself, "So that's how it is. Thank you, thank you!"
Linghu Lan said softly, "Your wife loves you very much. Remember to treat her well. She will live a long life. I hope you can forget this memory and live your life well."
The man wiped away his tears with his sleeve, then smiled through his tears. "Master, thank you. Yes, I will. All of this has come so hard. Without you, I don't know what I would have done. My wife has sacrificed so much for us. I will definitely live a good life with her. Thank you."
The man left, thanking her profusely. Linghu Lan could feel his sincerity at that moment, and that was enough. Many other things were not worth delving into.
The man had walked quite a distance before Linghu Lan remembered that she hadn't charged him for this order, as usual.
Hmm, she's been with Mo Tang for so long, yet she didn't inherit Mo Tang's shrewd business acumen. I'd give myself a bad review.
Linghu Lan was lost in thought and, out of boredom, went online to check the reader reviews after the novel's update. After all, it was her debut work, and no matter how bad it was, it was still her own creation.
Upon seeing this, it felt like being shot in the chest with an arrow, suffering over 100,000 damage.
"Wenmo, you're not as serious about writing novels as you used to be. These two chapters are terrible. I'm starting to wonder if you've become a different person."
"Hehe, hehe, see the tickets in my hand? Tear them, and they're gone! Tear them again, and tomorrow's tickets are gone too!"
"Please update soon, author. I'll read even if it's garbage. After that, we should break up."
"Wenmo is already on the decline. The previous books he wrote were all masterpieces. This one was okay at the beginning, but it became more and more drawn out later on. Although the plot is still good, his storytelling ability is far from good. Indeed, no author can stay at the peak of his creative career forever."
"Did you guys understand the story of the faceless wife? I don't think I understood it; it felt like it was told so quickly."
Linghu Lan read through the list one by one, trying to suppress her urge to cover her face.
Is it really that horrific?
Caring for newbies is everyone's responsibility!
The spider lily on her forehead twitched, and Ming Hong's voice echoed in her mind: "Are you spitting blood?"
How did you know?
"I see your heart bleeding profusely, and your negative energy is about to explode," Ming Hong said thoughtfully.
Linghu Lan: "..." You know too much. I'm going to silence you.
Seeing Linghu Lan's utterly dejected expression, Ming Hong couldn't help but laugh. His voice, filled with doting affection, echoed in her mind: "You want to write a novel."
"In no mood!"
"Hmm? So what do you want?"
Linghu Lan covered her face, "I've given up on the idea of writing novels. I was planning to finish this one, but it seems my novel-writing skills haven't been developed yet..."
Ming Hong smiled and focused his gaze on the computer screen, which then started to move automatically.
twenty three
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