As soon as Tang Anzhi entered, she saw Wo Xinyue from Xuanfeng Publishing House, "Hey, my goddess, you finally made it. We were so worried because we couldn't get through to you on the phone."
"Uh, sorry, I might have been on the plane, and my phone was turned off," Tang Anzhi said with an apologetic smile.
"Hey, no problem, goddess. Don't give me that look; you almost took my soul away," Wo Xinyue joked, pretending to clutch her chest, "my heart's beating non-stop."
Tang Anzhi couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter at her funny act.
"Shall we go? Didn't you say we were running out of time?"
"We have time, still over ten minutes left. I thought you wouldn't make it," Wo Xinyue said, "Our Chief Editor Huangfu is also here, overseeing the event. He's been in such a good mood all day."
How could he not be? There were considerably more people at today's event than expected, and seeing so many book fans, he could already foresee how well their new book would sell.
