"Tsk. You wrote it?" Qiao Nian smiled; her smile was evil and arrogant.
Qiao Chen felt inexplicably uncertain from her smile, but at this moment, she was already forced into a corner. Even if Qiao Nian was smiling until her scalp was about to explode, she could only bite the bullet and not let go. "That's right. I wrote it.
"Qiao Nian, you should remember very clearly that I was the one who wrote the arrangement in the beginning. I only asked you to help me take a look and change it. The arrangement is mine." She didn't forget to remind her.
The girl did not waste her breath on her. In front of Mr. Steven, she walked to the bedside table and bent down to pick up a pen and paper. She threw it on the bed, raised eyebrows arrogantly, and said simply, "Since you wrote it, come, write another one."
Qiao Chen was speechless.
