The three of them stopped talking and turned to look at Liu Mengchao.

The steaming coffee cup was held in Liu Mengchao's hand, and he slowly turned it in a clockwise direction until the coffee cup gradually cooled and became sour.

"Sir Actor...what do you think?"

they asked in unison.

Liu Mengchao drank the sour and bitter coffee in one gulp.

Volume 12, end. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

ps: This is the first guaranteed update today... Well... now I feel like I am challenging my own limits every time I type a word. The second knuckle of my right index finger is constantly cramping, and I can't exert force on my right palm. , it will be extremely sore when you exert force, and your wrist will be sore along with the muscles of your forearm....

In fact, what I just want to say is, as long as my fingers are on the keyboard, as long as I can press down, how can I stop? Why should I stop?

There is a kind of spasmodic pleasure in my back, but, but, I just want to say, under the torment of this messy pain, I feel that the more I write, the better.

Well, that's it. Although it hurts, I can still persevere, and gradually I feel a morbid pleasure.

Finally, I have often thought of a saying recently, "A person who travels a hundred miles is half ninety. It's only been half a month, no matter what, I have to stick to it until the 30th!"

above!

This is the guaranteed first update that I wrote at 1:30 last night, then I fell asleep on the bed because I was so sleepy, and then started to write from 9 am in a daze to 1:29 pm.

The next update should be around six o'clock in the evening. I'll go have breakfast and lunch first.

Thank you to all the readers who subscribed to this chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter completed!