Everyone looked at Yuan Xiaozao with confusion and shock.
Yuan Xiaozao awkwardly smiled and said, "If I said I also have no idea how he got so extravagant as a ride-hailing driver, would you believe me?"
"Do you think we'd believe he's a ride-hailing driver?"
"Your ride-hailing drivers are so rich, eh?"
"Who'd still be a ride-hailing driver if they're so rich?"
...
Yuan Xiaozao quickly explained, "Maybe he's a young master from a big family out for some experience? Didn't the male author genre recently have those crooked-mouthed Dragon Kings and son-in-law War Gods? Like some three-year term, go home to inherit family assets. They say art comes from life, why can't this be a true story?"
A group of male authors burst into laughter.
"Jujube God, stop joking, how can novel plots reflect real life?"
"Anyway, there's no way he's a ride-hailing driver or purely loves your work to tip you that much money."
"Jujube God, say nothing else, you really are bold, I admire that."
