"Um?"

Then, editor-in-chief Philip, who was tall and tall, walked out first.

In just two steps, no less than five clerks greeted Xiuge.

Apart from this, there is no trace of any celebration of the "Armistice Celebration".

In this case, let alone reading the newspaper, even normal breathing was a problem, so Xiuge gave up the struggle. He tried his best to clamp the paper bag containing the manuscript tightly, and then resigned to his fate and turned his attention.

into your own spiritual world.

After all, lying there waiting for death after the magic power is exhausted is indeed no different from "sleeping".

Just when Xiuge focused all his energy on eavesdropping, he suddenly felt that his magic disc that had been silent began to rotate slowly, and the sounds around him suddenly became weak and distant.

In contrast, the conversation in the office nearby seemed extremely clear.

Shuge smiled politely.

The sensory gap between creating something and facing something directly is not small.

Xiuge instinctively restrained his breathing and expression. His face was already pale. At this moment, he looked like an aristocratic young man who had not had enough rest or had overindulged. He was leaning against the chair and the wall, looking weak.

"That's enough, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, just do what we said..."

He felt that in just a moment, Mr. Morel seemed to have looked at the features of his body and the expression on his face. After that, he did not say anything but looked towards him in the company of Editor Philip.

Go to the main door of the newspaper office.

"Who is that young man? He seems to have blood from the Ernst family."

After walking out of the newspaper office, Mr. Morel turned to ask Philip who was following him.

So the fat editor-in-chief smiled and replied: "He is just an illegitimate son who was abandoned by the Ernst family. Now he can only make a living through some unpopular writings. Hey, what a wretch!"
Chapter completed!