Chapter 102: Anonymous Express's Secret

An Xiaomei suddenly burst into a bad feeling and stepped back a few steps.

"What, what's wrong?"

Leng Yichen, holding a stack of white paper, approached Ann Xiaojing step by step. When he was less than a metre away from her, he raised his hand, slapped it, and threw all the paper in the air.

A sheet of white paper flew down, and Ann Xiaoji looked down at the white paper that fell at her feet and turned pale.

How could he have his own design?

Who told him? Youyi or Xia Yuanyuan?

Ann Xiaojing staggered back and looked at him in horror.

"Very familiar?"...