Song Yaoyao smiled slightly and stood up. “Actually, I could have discussed the copyright with your publisher, but I wanted to meet you in person. You and Ruo Lan are published on the same website, right? She clearly plagiarized, yet the original author is being stepped all over. Are you really willing to accept that?”

Yun Shuihan's gaze immediately darkened. How could she accept that?

But the cruel realities of society had taught her many things; it taught her to accept fate.

She opened her mouth, “I…”

“Sorry, I still have something to do so I'll get going first. These are my contact details. You can contact me after you've thought about it carefully.”

After speaking, Song Yaoyao finished the last sip of her milk tea and signaled Tang Xinrou to leave with her.

“Coming!”

Tang Xinrou quickly responded as she grabbed the plastic bag and grinned like a sly fox.

“If I was you, I would definitely choose to sell my copyright. All the conditions will be written down in a contract so you won't have to worry about being scammed. You're an office worker, right? You spend 9 to 5 in the office every day, you have people scolding you all the time, and I'm sure you get personally attacked to the stage where you can't fight back. Are you happy with that kind of life? Have you never considered a change?”

This girl was dressed from head to toe in branded clothing. The handbag she was carrying was the same one that Yun Shuihan had seen her boss carry. Apparently, it was several hundred thousand yuan. Her boss cherished it and did not let anyone touch it. Yet, this girl used it casually and was throwing it around like it was nothing.

This was the biggest difference between people. People often said that everyone was equal, but how was this equal? Some people were born on the finish line. People like her, on the other hand, could work hard their entire lives, trying to catch up, but they would never achieve the same living standards.

For example, one handbag of Tang Xinrou's was equivalent to the deposit for an apartment.

Yun Shuihan pursed her lips as she fell into deep thought.

“Rourou, let's go!”

Song Yaoyao called from outside.

Tang Xinrou smiled. “Sorry, I better get going. But if I was you, I would definitely choose to sell my copyright.” Tang Xinrou grabbed her handbag and her eyes twinkled. “If there's an opportunity to live a better life, why would anyone choose to live in the lower cla.s.s? Especially now that you have the chance to show your work onscreen where it can be seen by the ma.s.ses. Yaoyao's even giving you the option of editing your own work. You need to know, many authors sell their copyright only to find that the resulting work is something that even they don't understand. You're very lucky…”

After leaving behind these words, she smiled and elegantly walked out of the milk tea store.

She had an alluring and cla.s.sy temperament. Even though she was just an 18-year-old high school student, Meng Qiqi and Yun Shuihan actually felt intimidated by her.

“What did you say to them?” Song Yaoyao asked as she turned her head.

“Nothing!”

Tang Xinrou parted her lips and grinned harmlessly before she stretched out her hand and patted Song Yaoyao on the head.

“I simply told them how good our Yaoyao is!”

Song Yaoyao smirked and nodded her head. “You have good judgment.”

Tang Xinrou was dazed for a moment before she realized what had happened and rolled her eyes.

As she watched Song Yaoyao approach her car, she rushed over and rubbed her head.

“Song Yaoyao, you're such a narcissist~”

The two girls finished with their banter and bid each other farewell. Huo Jiu opened the car door, and Song Yaoyao stepped in.

“Huo Jiu, go to the hospital.”

The two luxury cars left.

Meng Qiqi held onto her milk tea and said with envy, “It's good to have money.”

Yun Shuihan knew she was just pitying herself. After all, who wouldn't be envious of something like this? They could do whatever they wanted without any care as long as it was legal.