Ivan listened, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
These words were meant for her, a threat directed at her.
She was well aware of that.
Any of the people present could squash her like stepping on an ant—effortlessly.
Especially Li Siyu.
Ivan's hands fell limply.
"I'm sorry, it was me... my fault. Miss Ning didn't plagiarize me, it was my mistake..."
Everyone else quickly echoed in agreement.
"Exactly, how could Miss Ning possibly plagiarize anything from you?"
"Miss Ning has her own grace and would never stoop to such things."
"I said it all along, you must be jealous of Miss Ning's talent."
But Su Tingyan did not believe the casual words of these people.
She stepped forward, "I knew from the start that the plagiarism accusation was false, but I do admit, the items in your computer might actually be authentic."
Everyone was taken aback.
What did she mean by that? They couldn't understand.
