Literary Tycoon

"Men, cry, cry, cry, it's not a sin! No matter how strong a person is, he has the right to be tired..." In the headphones, Dehua's singing was hysterical and painful. Xiao Fei liked to listen to music while typing. He typed the last line of words with a bang. He wrote 6,000 words in three hours. The task was finally completed. Stretching, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning. The light was soft and the room was quiet.