Mo Ran initially didn't understand; her gaze moved back and forth between the fabric and the words "Fiber Corrosive Agent," when suddenly, a flash of insight struck her. Her eyes widened dramatically, a hint of surprise flickering within them.
She realized that the fabric was cut from the dance costume she wore during the final competition. Someone had sprayed Fiber Corrosive Agent on the costume, causing it to tear open and embarrassing her during her performance.
She remembered using Ming Xue's Perfume, and besides that, she hadn't come into contact with anything else belonging to someone else.
Could it be that there was something wrong with the bottle of Perfume?
Mo Ran sat down incredulously, clutching the appraisal document tightly in her hand. She knew it—there was a reason why Ming Xue had offered to lend her something.
They had no grudges; why would she harm her like this?
Was it all just to beat her and avoid being eliminated?