The new Lingxiao Cup essay competition is in full swing. As the organizer's big boss and one of the judges, Harper Huang is very busy.
Just when he was surrounded by several chief editors, the door of the office was suddenly blown open by a strong wind and hit the wall hard.
There was a dark wind under the door, and Nuwa walked out of the darkness.
Harper Huang breathed a sigh of relief: "...Senior sister, you are such a god, why do you still engage in such a scene? It seems like an evil heretic."
She was originally a demon!
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