C135 If She Didn't Die Who else Could She Die To?

When Li Jing Sheng returned, Mu An An was still scratching her ears and cheeks as she revised her thesis.

She had been editing for an entire afternoon, but she had not made any substantial changes.

Mu An An stared blankly at the computer and sighed.

There was a great man who said that the number one productivity was Deane, but when it came to her