He Che's casually uttered two words drew the eyes of nearly everyone in the venue to him.
Under the watchful gaze of the audience, He Che, seemingly unaware of the intense attention focused on him, leisurely raised his hand to adjust his slightly slipping glasses before continuing to look down at the phone in his palm.
Hearing these words, Xia Wan'an felt as if lightning had struck on a clear day—utter despair!
Damn, designer number twenty-seven really is him! Why does it always have to be what I fear most?
She had specifically sought help from AllureLove out of fear that Han Jingnian would recognize her style, but AllureLove not only got her a mediocre designer but also one that blatantly copied someone else's work!
This is called plagiarism, understand?! This is called intellectual theft, get it?!
