"An Yuyao, where exactly did that manuscript come from?" Nie Cenjin stormed over even before An Yuyao could recover from Yun Qi's words and coldly demanded an answer.
An Yuyao was pulled back into reality by Nie Cenjin's words. In a flash, Nie Cenjin was already right in front of her. Faced with Nie Cenjin, she didn't feel the same pressure as when facing Yun Qi. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, shrugged, and replied, "Of course, I drew it myself. Your question is really strange!"
