The paper had floated out of Qin Ran's book, so they naturally thought that it belonged to her.
But the handwriting… it was too different from Qin Ran's.
The writer had probably been specially trained.
Qin Ran didn't expect her paper to have fallen out.
She was sitting on her chair, holding her phone in her left hand and resting her right hand on the table. She had to take care of her injured right hand, so her movements were a little awkward.
She raised her eyebrows when she saw the paper.
"This handwriting looks really good." Lin Siran reacted first. She picked up the paper and patted it on the table, looked at the content and was particularly excited. "Qin Ran, you're also Yan Xi's fan?"
The lyrics of a song just released by Yan Xi was on the paper. As a fan, Lin Siran naturally recognized it.
Qin Ran tilted her head and said in an unwavering tone, "I'm really not."
