Jiang Wu felt very strange. He didn't know where he had offended a great writer or a literary giant. He always goes against himself on stage and doesn't give any face to him off stage. Even his proactive advances were not appreciated, and he felt increasingly out of control. Everyone said that this great writer was really willful and unreasonable. But I don't think so. On the contrary, I think the way he talks about old scores with me on the stage is so cute. He doesn't look at others when he's angry, and he looks so arrogant when he ignores people. Whenever he thinks of him being angry, a smile automatically fills his face. (Adapted from a variety show, please don't pinch me. The author's imagination is a little big, so proceed with caution)