Although Yue Chi only roughly flipped through the script in his hands, the dialogue contained between the lines, known only to him and Chu Jiuning, was reproduced word for word.
Therefore, if someone were to claim that this book was not written by Chu Jiuning herself, Yue Chi couldn’t help but feel a bit skeptical.
With a solemn expression, he closed the script and turned around, snapping his fingers.
In an instant, a handsome man appeared before him.
Yue Chi handed him the script. “Find out who the true author behind these books is.”
“Yes, Lord,” the man replied.
Chu Jiuning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She hadn’t expected that one day Feng Jiuqing’s script would provide her with an opportunity to escape.
After Yue Chi’s subordinate left, Chu Jiuning walked up to him. “Lord, I shall take my leave now. I have important matters to attend to.”
“Hold on!”
Chu Jiuning hadn’t even taken a step yet when he stopped her.