Huang Lan stood nearby, looking completely dazed as she poked him, then squinted hard and shook her head. "What on earth are you talking about? Spatial containers, magic array carriers, ergonomics, user satisfaction... It couldn't... it couldn't possibly be that iron band you've been holding and looking at this whole time, could it?"
"I didn't say anything just now! Don't tell me you heard what was going on inside my head?" An Yang asked, startled.
"...But you wrote it down!"
"So you meant this letter!" Unflustered, An Yang folded the paper in half, casually motioned for Xiaochán to find an envelope, and then continued, "Yet in what I just wrote, I didn't even mention the phrase 'user satisfaction.' That's a term that popped right out of your own head, isn't it?"
With that, he muttered to himself, "It sounds just like something written by a sloppy fiction author who forgot what he wrote in the previous chapter, only for a nonexistent term to suddenly pop up in the subsequent dialogue!"
How keen were the ears of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts? Naturally, she heard this remark. Moreover, unlike her previous awkwardness on the rooftop, this sentence gave her no reason to pretend she hadn't heard it.
"Hey! Speaking of which, weren't you super busy the last couple of days? How do you have time to stand here rambling and complaining about all this nonsense today? Let me ask, are you some menopause-stricken woman watching Korean dramas, or some crappy author trying to pad out his word count?" In just a few words, Huang Lan displayed the imposing aura of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts. "Cut the crap and tell me, what on earth is this iron band?"
"Hey, you read novels too?"
"Why wouldn't I? Didn't you know