The next day.
It's Saturday today, and there are no classes at school.
After visiting her mother in the hospital, Xiyan went home and caught up on some sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock, and she groggily picked up her phone... and began writing her novel.
More precisely, she started writing a long time ago, and now she has successfully signed a contract, with everything going quite smoothly.
Mu Zeyu made a phone call over, "Xiyan? Are you up yet?"
"Been up for a while now." Xiyan's voice was languid,
"Where are you living now? I'll come by later to show you the draft of your contract."
"Wow, the big boss himself is delivering the contract to me?"
Mu Zeyu's tone was indulgent, "Otherwise? I'll also come to pick up the gift that's been left at your place."
Right, she hasn't returned the gift she and Brother Zeyu picked out together the other day.
Xiyan quickly gave him her address.
About 30 minutes later, Mu Zeyu arrived.
