"Trash?"
The woman furrowed her brows as she looked towards the middle-aged man entering the door.
The manuscripts I submitted last month were the works of my painstaking efforts. How could they possibly be considered trash? Especially the novel *Brother, Fall in Love with Me Quickly* and its companion piece *How to Make the Cold and Aloof Junior Sister Fall in Love with Me*. When I wrote these two books, I poured my entire heart and soul into them, infusing all my complex emotions into every character I depicted.
She pouted slightly and muttered to the middle-aged man, "How much have they sold for in total?"
