Qiu Ya couldn't hold it in any longer.
She felt that Xia Luo was utterly shameless.
But when Xia Luo lowered himself and begged, Ding Ling still agreed.
Xia Luo was overjoyed. He thanked Ding Ling repeatedly before leaving.
Qiu Ya waited until Xia Luo had gone far away before finally speaking:
"Ding Ling, you're too easygoing and too kind. You didn't even write your novel today. You spent all your time revising his."
She felt very uncomfortable:
Xia Luo is coming again tomorrow. When this novel is finished, who will it really belong to?
She said with certainty:
"Looking at how shameless Xia Luo is, he'll definitely claim most of the credit for himself. In the end, he might even piggyback on your reputation, saying that you helped him revise it. Once he rides your fame and gets some buzz, his novel will definitely sell well. He'll surely make money."
She was very displeased:
"Anyone with eyes can see that the novel he wrote is completely incomparable to yours. I want to see what he says tomorrow."
She reminded Ding Ling, "After tomorrow, you can't spend so long guiding him anymore. It's too much of a waste of time. You haven't even finished your new novel."
Her heart was now completely tied to Ding Ling.
She was considering everything entirely from Ding Ling's standpoint.
Xia Luo had only verbally thanked Ding Ling.
And when he came to repay the money he had borrowed earlier, he had worn a dark expression and looked utterly dejected, as if someone else owed him money. He hadn't shown the slightest bit of courtesy.
Qiu Ya had never liked someone like Xia Luo in the first place, and now Xia Luo was even trying to fleece Ding Ling.
Fleecing him once would have been