Su Li looked at Feng Ciye with some confusion. Could it be that he also trusted her?
Perhaps she is the only person in the world besides Tuanzi who knows the future and would proactively believe what Yan Le, this madman, says.
Feng Ciye had a faint smile on his lips, exhaling white mist, "If you believe, naturally I believe too."
Unconsciously, Su Li clenched her fist and turned her head away to avoid eye contact, asking, "Then do you know what I want to do?"
Feng Ciye was incredibly certain, yet he only said four words: "Apply for copyright."
Su Li stared blankly at Feng Ciye, her pupils gradually narrowing. He... he really guessed her thoughts so thoroughly, without missing a single detail!
Yan Le is currently at an absolute disadvantage. If she wants to take down Yan Huan, she would have to make Yan Huan lose her composure.
