"It's time for an update..."
"Why hasn't it been updated yet?"
"Where are the people? Do you still want royalties?"
I just opened my eyes from the hospital bed, and there was a barrage of messages.
It comes from my Party A's father, a very famous author named The Fairy in the Mist.
I held my eyelids open and typed with difficulty.
"I'm very sorry. I was hospitalized due to gastroenteritis and I didn't receive any news from you. Now I..."
"Code it right away."
The other person quickly replied: "No need."
I couldn't hold my phone steady for a moment and fell on the snow-white quilt.
I woke up for a moment and hurriedly picked up my phone, trying to explain.
"No! Let's (discuss) again..."
Before the words were finished, another message came from the other side: "Don't worry, I have updated it for you. Since you are sick, take a good rest and pay attention to your health. The body is the capital of revolution."
It didn't sound like an angry tone, nor did it sound like he wanted to terminate the cooperation.
I anxiously sent out what I thought was a wise test: "Then when will I update the next chapter?"
"Of course it's on schedule! Come on! Xiao Nian."
I breathed a long sigh of relief, my job was finally saved for the time being.
Intention: Blowing Dreams to the Southwest