Luo Chuan found talking to Soul Lock particularly uncomfortable.
It was not that the other's appearance failed to fit normal human aesthetics; it was simply especially exhausting.
Luo Chuan returned the Magic Phone to Soul Lock.
"You wrote all day?"
"Mm."
Luo Chuan suddenly understood something.
Not everyone in this world was a genius like him.
And most crucially, he had been the one to ask for Soul Lock's Magic Phone just now.
Putting himself in the other's shoes, Soul Lock definitely would not have refused.
The blame had actually been on himself.
"Write well. The customers should really like it. I'll wait for the day this book becomes popular."
Luo Chuan had originally wanted to pat Soul Lock on the shoulder.
But when he saw the bone spurs covering him, he suppressed that thought.
Luo Chuan felt particularly like a black-hearted capitalist right now.
Locking someone up, then giving him a Magic Phone—if he could not write anything, he could not leave.
"Yes," Soul Lock replied in a deep voice.
Luo Chuan had only come over for a casual look, so naturally there was no need to stay any longer.
Before leaving, he also took a new Origin Mall product with him—
Sweet Rice Cake.
"This is... Rice Cake?!"
Soul Lock's golden pupils, like those of a cold-blooded creature, instantly contracted as he stared fixedly at the food in Luo Chuan's hand.
To be honest, when he heard that name, Luo Chuan felt rather strange.
It felt especially out of place.
Rice Cake, Rice Cake—why did it have to be Rice Cake?
"It's for you. Write properly."
Luo Chuan tossed the new product in his hand over.
There was no gravity in this place anyway, so he did not need to worry about it falling to the ground.
Though