saying, "Go get some daily necessities."The girl opened her eyes in confusion, unexpectedly turning to him. After a while, she stammered, "I, I don't have any money."The night owl frowned displeasure...Tang Wanting turned to Zhao Qin, she remembered this magazine was given to her by Zhao Qin, why would it become like this

Zhao Qin saw Tang Wanting's face was odd, and her heart became even more uneasy.

She took the magazine and began flipping through it. When she saw a piece that was extremely similar to her own work, her whole body froze. "How could this be No way, no way."

"I don't know what's going on, this magazine is clearly Lin Jinran's. It says Lin Jinran plagiarized it, why am I being accused I didn't, I swear I didn't."

Zhao Qin was completely panicked. How could she possibly be accused of plagiarism

No, no, she can't be destroyed!

She snatched the magazine from Sun Jing's hand, spread open the page similar to Lin Jinran, and upon seeing the picture, her tense mood eased slightly.

"Look, this is the real proof that Lin Jinran plagiarized! This magazine, it's definitely problematic!"

The same magazine, the same page, but two different works. How is this possible!

Both Lin Jinran and he were completely astonished. What on earth was Fu Mo寒 trying to do

Fu Mo'han looked at Zhao Qin with a cold and frosty gaze, his voice low and grave, "This magazine is indeed fake."

As soon as his voice dropped, everyone was astonished. What did this mean Was the magazine faking the story

Leng Jue quickly walked over and whispered in Fu Mo'han's ear, "The person has arrived."

"Hmm," he nodded, looking towards Zheng Mengyao who had been specially invited to the front door by several bodyguards.

Zheng Mengyao's face darkened, "Fu Mo Han, what do you mean"

As an assistant in the DHS design department, Miss Zheng shouldn't miss out on such a good show. Fu Mo Han smiled playfully, his sharp gaze shifting to Zheng Mengyao.

When Zheng Mengyao saw the two magazines, she was taken aback. She hadn't expected Fu Mo Han to find out anyway.

A twinge of shame washed over her, yet she remained composed and collected. She refused to believe that Fu Mochen, in front of so many industry professionals, would dare disrespect her!

"You're saying the magazine is fake, what do you mean Which of these two pictures is the fake one" Someone in the crowd began to question.

After all, everyone wants to know who fabricated it.

Fu Mo'han side-eyed Zheng Mengyao, "Miss Zheng, you should be quite familiar with this method, right"

He certainly didn't give Zheng Mengyao any face. His thin lips curled into a smirk, his voice deep and resonant, "Ms. Zheng seems to be quite the expert, wouldn't you say"

"Young Master Fu is truly joking, I hope Young Master Fu won't make fun of me." Zheng Mengyao's face changed slightly.

"Which of my words made Miss Zheng think I was joking" Fu Mo'han's voice dropped, and everyone present easily sensed that Fu Mo'han seemed to be somewhat angry.

Zheng Mengyao's face stiffened, and a chill pressed down on her, making her heart even more uneasy and guilty.

Fu Mo'han ignored her, saying in a low voice, "Let him come in."

Leng Jue immediately walked towards the door, everyone looked over in surprise, wondering who it was

The moment the door swung open and a short, stout man walked in, Zheng Mengyao's face instantly changed.

How could this be How could this happen

No, how could Fu Mo Han find this person!

The short, stout man, upon seeing Zheng Mengyao, shrank his shoulders timidly, as if afraid. He then reluctantly raised his finger and stammered to Zheng Mengyao, "That magazine, it was her who asked me to redesign and print the blueprints. At the time, Miss Zheng gave me 50,000 yuan. I must have been possessed, so I agreed to Miss Zheng."

After finishing, he pointed to the magazine in Zhao Qin's hand, which had a similar cover to Lin Jinran's, "That one."

In just a few words, the crowd was astonished.

No one expected that, for the sake of framing someone, they would even go so far as to forge magazines from years ago. The methods are truly insidious!r two hours before finally getting off.When she stepped out, it was still morning. Now the sun was blazing overhead. The tomato noodles she had eaten in the morning were long gone, consumed during her...