"Right, Song Zishan is deliberately copying you step by step; she's intent on irking you!" Zhou Yan slapped the coffee table, which emitted a loud thud that caused Zhou Hengyang, who was next door communicating with the factory, to frown in displeasure.
He made a mental note against Little Aunt in his heart.
"First, she saw you publish a book, so she published one as well. Fine, let her publish; we don't care. But her underhanded tactics against us are just despicable. Seeing that she couldn't outdo you in publishing, she wanted to buy a magazine agency to beat you. But then you launched your own brand and firmly suppressed her; I bet she's about to explode with rage."
Zhou Yan had Song Zishan's intentions figured out completely.