Finally, she found the house number she was looking for in an alley.
The old security door was tightly shut, and Ye Anqi knocked on the door; it took a good while before the door was opened.
Standing inside was a short, dark-skinned, and plump woman with her hair in a messy bun.
"Who are you looking for?" she asked impatiently, eyeing Ye Anqi.
Ye Anqi had found a hacker to search, and incidentally obtained this woman's photo.
Seeing her, Ye Anqi knew she was the author of that book.
"I'm looking for you."
"Looking for me? Who are you?" The woman's body seemed to have issues, and her complexion was poor as a result.
"You're the author of 'Satan,' aren't you?" Ye Anqi revealed an elegant smile, "I'm an editor from the publishing house, looking to discuss a publishing deal with you."
"You want to publish my book?" The woman was surprised, delighted.
"Yes, may I come in to talk?"
"Sure, please come in."
The woman's demeanor underwent a 180-degree shift instantly.
