Luo Chuan had no idea why he had suddenly started arguing with Yao Ziyan. What was more helpless was that he had discovered he simply could not outargue her. Their dispute finally ended when Yao Ziyan noticed the customers' gazes around them.
At some point—perhaps from the very beginning—the customers in the shop had all been watching the two of them with curious, gossip-hungry eyes.
Yao Ziyan looked around. The customers who met her gaze promptly looked away, seemingly busy with their own affairs. "Pair of twos, hurry up and play," "What exactly is Talisman Fire?" Such voices filled the air, and in the blink of an eye, Origin Mall, which had been silent moments ago, became lively once more.
Luo Chuan felt that Yao Ziyan might actually be more imposing than he was...
Well, that was only natural. After all, he was merely an ordinary boss, while Yao Ziyan was a supreme powerhouse of the Venerable realm. They were entirely different concepts.
Yao Ziyan let out a breath, sat down beside Luo Chuan, and poked his arm. "Why did we suddenly start arguing?"
Luo Chuan thought about it seriously, then shook his head. "Forgot."
"I forgot too." Yao Ziyan did not care much about it. "By the way, how much of your planning document have you written? Is it finished?"
"It's still a long way from being finished." Luo Chuan rolled his eyes. He had been busy with it for more than half the day—and that was no exaggeration. "The designs for all sorts of different cards are completely different from Glory."
"Then just collect everyone's opinions on the Magic Phone." Yao Ziyan said casually. "It's not like you haven't done something like that before."
Yao Ziyan was referring to the time long ago when he had made a