"Did you draw this manuscript?" Jane still didn't believe it, she subconsciously clenched the manuscript in her hand, her pink lips pressed together.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Henry walked to Jian Ran's side, and suddenly reached out to brush the broken hair on Jian Ran's forehead.

Jian Ran was so frightened that she immediately stepped back, opened the distance between the two of them, and glared at him angrily: "What do you want to do?"