The Little Angel Is Poisonous

One day, in a certain feng shui group.

[Sweet Little Airhead] I'm starting a new story about our group's daily antics.

[Malicious 7] I was planning to write it myself.

[Malicious 7] I've thought of two titles.

[Sweet Little Airhead] Go write it.

[Sweet Little Airhead] I support you.

[Malicious 7] One is called The Little Angel of an Eightieth-Tier Writer.

[Malicious 7] The other is called Toxic.

[Malicious 7] But I'm afraid Jinjiang will beat me to death if I publish it.

[Sweet Little Airhead] No, no, they won't.

[Sweet Little Airhead] We'll become famous.

[Malicious 7] I'll put