"Eight hundred yuan a month... No wonder you are drifters," Chu Ning thought weakly.
This amount of money could only fill their stomachs at the very least. They did not have any expenses other than food, let alone rent a house.
The other two people who were busy writing also closed their screens awkwardly when they saw Chu Ning.
The three of them had almost the same income.
"But it will increase in the future. As time goes by, we will only write better and better," the novelist who opened the door for Chu Ning quickly added.
"What's your name?" Chu Ning asked with a smile.
"Liu Yi," the person standing opposite Chu Ning whispered.
Although they had been dreaming all day long of becoming rich by writing novels, they had no choice but to bow their heads in the face of reality.
Chu Ning provided them with food and accommodation. They cherished the hard-won peace in front of them.
