As the last customer left, Origin Mall returned to its usual tranquility. Luo Chuan had spent the entire morning writing his novel, and he was feeling rather worse for wear.
"Boss, why do you look so out of sorts?" Yao Ziyan poked Luo Chuan's lower back with her finger.
"Cut it out." Luo Chuan gently brushed her hand aside. "I'm contemplating life right now. Tell me, what do people live for? And what am I doing here, running this store?"
Yao Ziyan could not help laughing. "What's gotten into you, Boss?"
"You might not believe it if I told you." Luo Chuan pointed at himself. "I actually wrote novels for an entire morning. Even I can hardly believe it."
Yao Ziyan thought for a moment and reached out to feel Luo Chuan's forehead. "You don't have a fever... No, wait. For you, Boss, there probably isn't even such a concept as getting sick, right?"
"I'm perfectly normal." Luo Chuan rolled his eyes. "And I'm not joking."
Yao Ziyan burst out laughing. "All right, I get it. But this really doesn't fit your personality. Don't you usually start feeling uncomfortable all over and unable to sit still after writing just a little? Why were you like this today?"
"I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't find something to do." Luo Chuan spread his hands. "I think it's a habit left over from filming the movie."
Yao Ziyan smiled and nodded. "That sounds pretty good. You must have built up quite a few chapters by now, Boss. Oh, right—did you read the novel Soul Lock mentioned before?"
"I did. Want me to tell you about it now?"
"Later. I'll go prepare lunch first."
With the conversation over, Luo Chuan had no intention of going to help Yao Ziyan. All he wanted