Ni Bingyan returned to her RV, ladled out a bowl of congee from a thermos, and finished it in a few gulps. She then rinsed the bowl before finally getting into bed to sleep.
She slept until just past ten, when Wei Shuojie arrived with the staff from Starlight Publishing House.
Ni Bingyan always kept her word. No matter how difficult, she would do her best to fulfill the promise she made to her dad.
Although she still felt embarrassed, her dad was right—publishing a book was a good thing for her.
As long as she worked hard to ensure the book's quality and set a reasonable price, readers would buy it voluntarily, so it wouldn't create any negative impact.
With the two side slide-outs extended and the large table assembled, Ni Bingyan brought out the paintings she had prepared long ago.
