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Lu Suiyan, a native of Wen City, is a top-notch writer of both romance and criminal investigation. The monthly income from manuscript fees is tens of millions, and the copyright tax for a single film exceeds one billion. I believe in bank card balances but not in worldly love. Writing articles all the way to becoming a god, but Kavin can make himself laugh. The new book is a criminal investigation series, stuck in the high-intelligence criminal psychology section. He threw pens, smashed tablets, blocked editors, and was so irritable that the whole floor didn't dare to breathe. The editor couldn't bear it and threw him to see someone. "I don't need any consultants." He sat down on the sofa, his tone cold and impatient, "When I wrote about criminal investigation, there was no one-" Before he finished speaking, the woman opposite raised her eyes. Enron, an expert in both botany and criminal psychology. His temperament is as light as the grass on the top of the snow-capped mountains, and people look like they are observing specimens. She glanced at his scrap manuscripts and complained lightly: "Your murderer's criminal logic is not as sophisticated as the carnivorous plants I raise." She tapped the crumpled outline with her fingertips and spoke calmly: "Stop frowning. The loopholes in your plot logic are bigger than your temper." Lu Suiyan choked and suppressed his anger: "Do you know how to write novels?" "I don't understand novels, but I understand when people go crazy." The woman raised her eyes, her eyes cold and indifferent. The man was silent for a long time, his anger suddenly turned off, and his tone became eight degrees lighter: "... Can I, Kavin, come to you from now on?"