She could not subdue her emotions well. She was still holding a pencil in her hand. Subconsciously, she pressed it against the paper, and the pencil's tip broke.
Qi Zhen heard the faint sound of the pencil tip colliding with the table. He turned his head curiously and realized that Qi Yan's pencil had broken.
"Use mine." He placed his pen in front of Qi Yan.
If it wasn't for the live-stream, Qi Zhen might have turned a blind eye to it.
Qi Yan lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand.
However, she ignored Qi Zhen's pencil and took the scissors beside her. She did not intend to continue drawing the rest.
Qi Zhen: "…"
[What an awkward scene. Qi Yan's temper hasn't changed at all.]
[Why is she wearing this expression again? I really don't want to see her.]
[Who does she think she is? Giving others so much attitude.]