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"Black and white, clearly written. Could it be that your eyes are on your nose? Didn't you see that I wrote it myself? " Shang Yiqing decided to pretend to be confused. Anyway, she could just write the words, regardless if it was her own poem or not, she couldn't write such a poem.

Fang Zinan did not argue with her, but smiled, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore