At the age of twenty-five, Ye Qinfan sold the copyright of be's work and made it into a TV series. Feeling guilty, she dialed the familiar yet unfamiliar number, "Jinliang, I'm sorry, I made money off of you." The other end of the phone paused for a moment, then realized, "It's okay, I bought it, and I have the right to adapt it." "???" "Don't you think it's a pity that the story ends here? Ye ~ Qin ~ Fan."
PS: Because I am too busy on weekdays, I tend to focus on running accounts, revising, updating and improving details from time to time.
Intention: Ten years of two-way waiting is what you and I insist on the most