Wang Miaomiao looked at the picture book in front of her, a little excited, "Wow, it's published?"
She carefully browsed through it, everything was clear. Looking at the scenes and characters in the pictures, she felt a touch of emotion, like her own child finally getting recognition from others, an indescribable sense of fulfillment welled up in her heart.
Yu Xinwen was a bit surprised by her acknowledgment but accepted this fact, and since he found the person, he got straight to the point, "Has Magic Holy Star's Light Descent been drawn? Why haven't you sent it to us? Our publishing house is waiting for the manuscript to start printing and distribution urgently."
Wang Miaomiao felt a bit awkward with this question; how should she respond? "Um, is the picture book selling well?"
"Very well." Yu Xinwen thought of how all the copies had sold out when he left yesterday, feeling very excited, "We've sold five thousand copies and are reprinting to distribute to other cities."
