"Then come to my house next week?" Yan Zhusheng asked with bright eyes.

Hearing this invitation, Li Luo fell silent.

When he thought that Yuan Wanqing had read the novel he had written, he now felt a little intimidated by the Yan Zhusheng family.

"I have to think about this again..."

"Then I'll ask my mother to come to your place then."

"No, no, no!" Li Luo waved his hands repeatedly, "I'll go, I'll go, I'd better go to your house."

I can’t let more people know about writing a novel myself!

If Yan Zhusheng knows, forget it.

If Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu knew that they were living under the same roof every day, Li Luo would not dare to imagine that scene.

"Then it's agreed." Yan Zhusheng finalized the itinerary, put Li Luo's old shoes into the shoe box, put them away, and then helped him put them aside.

Li Luo sighed, feeling that life was becoming increasingly difficult.
Chapter completed!