Wen Maimai sighed in admiration. "Sister Xiangxiang really does think bigger. She only wants the cream of the crop. If it were me, I'd be thrilled to have this many handsome men!"
Bai Yueguang's brush flew across the page as he nodded. "So, tell me, should I add a hundred and first male consort to the War God's harem?"
"Have you forgotten that you wrote Ye Fan falling off a cliff last time? He's still lying at the bottom!"
Bai Yueguang scratched his head with the shaft of his brush and said sheepishly, "That's because I don't know how to keep the story going. I still haven't worked out the character profiles for all ninety-nine babies Ye Fan and the War God had together. Give me some inspiration, everyone. The eldest can breathe fire, the second can turn invisible, the third can summon wind and rain, the fourth can swallow and spit out mountains and rivers..."
"I don't think that's the point. Readers probably want to see the War God and Ye Fan's passionate, heart-wrenching love story, not their cute babies. I'm guessing you're just padding the word count..."
"Damn it, you caught me! Fine, my writing isn't as good as yours, Iceberg Lu, you bastard. Happy now?"
Ning Xiang: [So annoying! Not killing Bai Yueguang last time was a real miscalculation!]
She stole a glance at Lu Qingchen's expression. His face was as still and dark as deep water; one look told her he was in a terrible mood.
She didn't dare provoke any of the four big shots present. In the end, Ning Xiang could only secretly message her mother, saying she missed her terribly after two years apart and hoped her mother would come rescue her.
Instead, Mu Fang'ai's leisurely voice came through the Communication Talisman. "It