"An archaeologist and a web novel writer?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhong Xunfeng's tone was slightly surprised.
"Right, it turns out he's about your age," Old Yao said with a smile.
"In Anling, I've heard of a web novel writer my age, but a web novel writer and an archaeologist, that I didn't know," Zhong Xunfeng said with a chuckle.
Old Yao raised his eyebrow slightly: "The one I'm talking about writes some pretty impressive tomb-robbing novels."
"Tomb robbing, crime themes..."
On the other side of the call, Zhong Xunfeng frowned.
"What's wrong?" Old Yao asked.
Zhong Xunfeng pondered for a moment, "Isn't his name Lin Chuan?"
"Ah hah?"
Old Yao was momentarily surprised, "You know him?"
Zhong Xunfeng gave an awkward laugh, "Not personally, but my old man keeps nagging about him to me; I've heard it a few times."
"Elder Zhong knows him?" Old Yao's brow furrowed tighter.