Yang Ruoqian finished a busy day of work and drove home.

He reached an agreement with the online novel platform before he got off work, and after some hard bargaining, he finally persuaded the platform to sell the copyright of the junk novel to Yueguang at 200% of the standard royalty.

"Coming back?" Chang Zhiqing, who was wearing a loose nightgown, opened the door for Yang Ruoqian, and tiptoed to touch Yang Ruoqian's lips, "How is your work today?" ”

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