The next day.
Studio.
Jin Mu looked at Lin Yuan: "If I'm not mistaken, Chu Kuang should be able to reach seventh place on the author list next month."
Lin Yuan nodded.
Jin Mu continued: "After reaching seventh, there's still more than three months until the Spring Festival. You probably have something planned, right?"
"I'll write another book."
Lin Yuan gave the same answer he gave his sister yesterday: "Create a work with stronger literary qualities."
"Stronger literary qualities?"
Jin Mu thought for a moment and understood what Lin Yuan meant: "Because some people say that although you're the world's best-selling author, your works are often more commercial than literary. So you're thinking of writing a more literary work to prove yourself, right?"
"Not exactly."
Lin Yuan smiled: "It's just about time."
