The guests whispered to each other, and they too felt that Jun Ruyi had no need to fake it.
But, the doubts of the two ladies seemed to make sense.
What exactly was going on?
In the midst of confusion, Nalan Ye Jue stood up, handed Qin Xin a cylindrical gift box, and took out a book: "I have a signed edition from Xinghe here. If everyone is interested, we can compare the handwriting."
Qin Xin's hand trembled slightly as she took the gift box.
Cough, cough, when did the man ever have her signed book?
Could it be that he also reads her novels?
For a moment, she wondered if her book had any embarrassing driving scenes and whether he would find out and tease her.
Wait, the man didn't know she was Xinghe; why was she nervous? Really.
Qin Xin handed the gift box to the butler and returned to her seat.
With Nalan Ye Jue's calm statement, everyone's attention was completely fixed on the authenticity of the inscription, and no one cared whether Qin Xin had brought a gift or not.
