Designer Qin Youyou

The seatbelt was almost wrinkled by her, but Xia Qinglee still gritted her teeth and looked at the solemn Lu Qian out of the corner of her eye. "Could this matter have something to do with Qin Yuvyuv?"

When she slowly said those words, her heart sank. After all, at that time, other than Qin Yuvyuv, no one else had entered the room.

"This matter must have something to do with her. But the script might not have been stolen by her. " Lu Qian looked at Xia Qinglee comfortingly. Of course, he knew that she was panicking and also knew that she wanted to seek justice for Qin Yuvyuv.

"I know. I also thought about this problem, but I don't know why I felt that ever since she was with Leng Aotian, she had changed completely. I've thought more than once that all of this might be temporary. When she recovers her memories. . . "