Mao Mo chuckled awkwardly.
Cao Lingxuan:...
"Hurry up and wash up! Judging by the way you sounded earlier, I'm afraid the draft isn't finished yet, right? You promised the editor to submit it before March, and it's already halfway through March, isn't the website's final deadline approaching?"
"Ahem... Isn't it because the game I've been eyeing just opened for public testing recently! Hey, gathering materials is important too! Besides, without you around, I'm a bit overwhelmed working alone."
"Excuses, excuses. How can you be so playful at your age?"
The girl rolled her eyes, then started helping with the cleaning.
The virtual world was always just that—virtual. To Cao Lingxuan, those who were addicted to it were just lacking self-discipline, losers escaping reality.
However, as an industry heavyweight in comics, Mr. Black Cat always had "privileges." Cao Lingxuan couldn't say much about it.
