The Writing Is Clever

When Yu Yan bought a discontinued fountain pen on a second-hand website, he never imagined that it would be someone's "legacy." "I want to return it! But the seller won't refund it!" "Is there any quality problem?" "When I write with this pen, a ghost that doesn't know who it is, but likes to point fingers, will come out and nag in my ear!" "... Sorry, our platform cannot arbitrate this kind of issue. It is recommended that you consult professionals." "Hello? Hello?" A certain ghost was sitting on the beanbag in Yu Yan's room, playing with his fingers and complaining about her: "I think the customer service lady has treated you as a psychopath." Whose fault is this? Yu Yan looked at the ceiling sadly and angrily, speechless and choked.