Origin Mall at night was always steeped in tranquil darkness. Gone was the daytime clamor and bustle, as though the night existed to wash away the worldly dust and smoke that had settled upon it. The shop was silent as well.
Luo Chuan was looking at his Magic Phone, and Yao Ziyan was looking at hers.
Because of Yao Ziyan's thoughtless words earlier, the atmosphere between them had become just a tiny bit subtle. This was when the Magic Phone had to fulfill its proper role.
After a long while, Yao Ziyan finally took the lead in breaking the somewhat strange atmosphere. "That novel you mentioned is almost ready, isn't it, Boss?"
Luo Chuan felt oddly complicated that the topic between them actually had to be opened through the angle of a novel.
"More or less." Luo Chuan shifted his gaze away from the Magic Phone, recalling his experiences over this period. "I had quite a bit of free time these past few days, so I used it all to write the novel."
"If you were in the shop, you definitely wouldn't be like this."
"Though I really don't want to admit it, what you said is indeed true." Luo Chuan shrugged, speaking in an exceptionally unwilling tone.
When one stayed in a familiar environment, one naturally slipped into a familiar rhythm of life. It was difficult to change anything.
Luo Chuan's usual habit was slacking off and fishing in troubled waters.
Mm...
In short, if he had not left Origin Mall, this period would only have been a repetition of his former life, with no changes at all. Naturally, there would have been no new work to speak of.
Moreover, going out this time had at least changed Luo Chuan a little in some way, allowing him to stop