2098. Creepy Foot-Scratching Man
After she typed "Looking for a ghostwriter" in the remark column, the other party's Penguin ID was instantly approved!
"Hi there, are you looking for a ghostwriter?"
The other party enthusiastically sent over a message.
Mu Anran looked at the smiley face sent by the other party with a full head of black lines, suddenly feeling that she was really stupid:
This author writes smutty stories.
And downloading his documents automatically brings a virus; looking at this person's character, it doesn't seem great.
Mu Anran even started to imagine, now on the other side of the computer, sending her smiley faces, is a very creepy foot-scratching man.
Thinking of this, she shivered, ready to close the chat window, but the other party quickly sent another line:
"Hey, did you come here from my novel's promotion?"
Mu Anran's brow twitched again, and she resolutely typed a sentence back: "If carrying a virus counts as promotion, then yes."
