When Yue Qingqing arrived at the shop, more than half the people were already there.
Jun Feifei and Zhuang Lan naturally sat together, the two of them whispering to each other with heads lowered.
Of course, it was mainly Jun Feifei talking, while Zhuang Lan listened.
Wei Rong hadn't been seen in a while, and her face looked a bit rounder than before.
But she didn't actually look fat; instead, she looked quite cute.
Her eyes were intently fixed on Jun Feifei and Zhuang Lan, as if she had just heard something juicy, furiously scribbling in a small notebook.
Yue Qingqing couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Rongrong, what are you writing?"
"A novel, I've recently started writing a long serialized novel." Wei Rong proudly said, "The manuscript fees are quite a lot, so I hardly need to ask my mom for living expenses now."
Yue Qingqing was immediately interested, "What's it about?"
