Chen Qingluo looked at him sideways and said angrily: "Are you scared?"

"No, I mean, you have no grievances against him. If you offend him because of me, will it affect your future works?"

After all, Hao Chengliang is not a new editor. If you offend such a person, he has many connections, and you may offend someone unknowingly.

In the past, he thought that as long as the novel was well written, it was enough. After suffering this loss, he realized how difficult it was to be targeted. He was really worried about the impact on Chen Qingluo, and he couldn't let it go.

Chen Qingluo snorted coldly, and her tone softened a lot: "You don't have to worry about it."

"I'm worried..."

"You don't have to worry about it."

"..."

Suddenly, Wang Zixu felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Chen Qingluo was also sitting on her right, in the same seat.

Chen Qingluo was also stubborn and had a bad face, saying "I don't want you to worry about it."

It's almost like...

Back in high school.

"I don't care." He blurted out.

"I don't want you to worry about it." Chen Qingluo followed up unwillingly.

"I'll take care of it."

"I don't want you to worry about it."

"Two..." A female teacher came over embarrassedly to interrupt the childish quarrel and said to Wang Zixu, "Excuse me, is your seat here? I don't seem to see your seat on the list.

name……"
Chapter completed!