I asked you to write a book, but I didn’t ask you to reveal your criminal record!

On a cloudy day, the sky was gray, like a huge curtain, layered on top of each other, blocking the warm sun outside the clouds, a bit depressing, as if it was about to rain.

Lin Chuan walked out of the police station and went straight to the No. 13 bus.

Bell-ring-ring--

The phone rang.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Lin Chuan answered the phone.

"Xiaochuan, how are you writing that novel now?" My mother asked with concern on the other end of the phone.

Lin Chuan looked bitter: "I haven't been doing well lately."

This place is incompatible with the fast pace of Anling City. It is like a heavy old train, chucking chucking——

For Lin Chuan, as long as he can live there, that's enough.

Once you make money, you have everything.

[Author, please teach me how to open locks. There are a few locks that I can’t open yet. 】

[Work: "The Thief\