Nian Shutong returned to her room and, reassured about one thing on her mind, checked for any replies—it was possible she could earn some money first.
Thinking of money, Nian Shutong first summoned Daodao and asked the question that interested her the most.
"Daodao, how's the ancient poetry contest going? Any news?"
Nian Shutong waited for Daodao to respond, but there was silence for quite some time.
"Daodao? Daodao?" Just as she was about to look for Daodao in the Sea of Consciousness, she heard Daodao's flustered voice.
"Master, I'm here! I'm here! What's wrong?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm typing, thinking about how poor we both are, I figured we should write more novels lately to help Master earn some more money."
Nian Shutong felt a warm affection in her heart and spoke in a much softer tone, "Daodao, there's no need to rush; we don't need to tire ourselves out like that."
