Meng Shucang came to Yang Ziyan and nodded, "Brother Yang, we meet again."

There was a strange look on his face, as if he didn't expect that meeting him again would be so exciting.

While he was talking, Meng Shucang took the copybook from Yang Ziyan, then frowned and examined it.

However, the more he looked at it, the deeper his frown became.

Back then, he had seen what Yang Ziyan was capable of.

But.

The handwriting on this copybook is blurred, the paper is rough, and there are even some alterations. It is absolutely impossible to be authentic.

Why is Yang Ziyan so confident?

Meng Shucang couldn't understand, but he would rather offend Yang Ziyan than the Wang family.

"In my opinion, this copybook is indeed a fake. It is only a few years old. It has been treated in a unique way to make it look older."

Wow.

Everyone was in an uproar immediately.

Now, what else does Yang Ziyan have to explain?

However, before they could open their mouth to attack, Yang Ziyan reminded him, "Meng Shucang, take a closer look. Is there any mystery hidden in this copybook?"

After he finished speaking, Meng Shucang looked at the copybook again.

This time, I even took out a magnifying glass.

After a while.

A look of shock appeared on Meng Shucang's face.
Chapter completed!