I feel like this uncle is a little uncomfortable to talk to.

"Uncle..."

"What uncle?" He Sanmu planned to say something angrily, "My name is Wu Nianhua, I am twenty-eight years old this year. Just call me Brother Hua."

Twenty-eight years old?

Jiang Yuan and the other two twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time, with a strange expression on their faces.

This looks like he is thirty-eight years old!

"Brother Hua, what do you do?" Jiang Yuan asked.

“I wrote the novel.”

No wonder no wonder!

Jiang Yuan suddenly understood a little.

I heard that the group of people who wrote novels spent longer on the computer every day than him, and staying up to watch the night is common, such as cervical spondylitis, periarthritis of the shoulder, tenosynovitis, and floaters.
Chapter completed!