C544 I Got the Evidence

We got the evidence.

Mu Chiyao sneered.

Yan Anxi's eyes fell on the painting. The pencil sketched out the painting. It seemed to have some simple colors, but it was drawn with great effort. It would not be too bad.

Mu Chiyao, on the other hand, kept looking at her.

Between the two of them, it was incomparably quiet for a moment.

No one dared to break this silence. Actually