Su Qingqing touched the pimple on her left cheek that had grown from eating too much spicy fried pork. It was so painful that she immediately bared her teeth and grimaced. It was so depressing!
"What's the matter?" Feng Jingcheng asked with a smile, knowing the answer.
"What do you want? Help me copy the manuscript! Didn't I tell you that I'll tell you the story once and you'll be responsible for writing all the content, and then I'll only write my poem?" Su Qingqing glared at him angrily.
It was fine that the fox had such a beautiful face, but Su Qingqing accidentally found that he had a super memory. Although Su Qingqing deliberately talked about the following chapter in a faster and fastersincere tone, and she even made the two stories sound like a phoenix and mixed them together, Fe
