If she dared to have an opinion, he would definitely make things difficult for her.
Chen Zhi picked up the document and examined it; indeed, it was all handwritten, the characters flowing across the page like dancing dragons and phoenixes, likely jotted down casually by Si Ye.
It even had dates and places marked, suggesting that he would suddenly get inspired and creative in different places and scribble it down on paper.
One wouldn't expect him to take his work so seriously.
"Can you make out what I've written?" Si Ye asked.
"Barely." Chen Zhi put down the documents and asked with a puzzled tone, "You're asking me to type these up for you, aren't you afraid I'll leak your creative ideas?"
Si Ye chuckled softly, "Do you understand them?"
"..."
Indeed, she couldn't understand them, which explained why he wanted her to type them up; he approached her because she was clueless.
