Ji Yao sat in the reception room for a long time.
She just couldn't understand why someone's work resembled her own design so closely.
This matter was of great importance, and she absolutely couldn't admit to it recklessly.
After much thought, Ji Yao took the evidence provided by the signing company and left.
Upon hearing the news, the project manager's lips curled into a smile.
"Miss Y will be your responsibility to coordinate with, and if she doesn't give us a satisfactory answer by today, report to me immediately."
"Understood."
The man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with a mocking look on his face, watching the silhouette hailing a taxi by the roadside.
He fiddled with his mobile phone and, after a moment, dialed a journalist's number.
"Buddy, this time I've got a big scoop for you—it's up to you to become a star reporter or not!"