Qin Xiang looked at the marks drawn on Dou Xin's face with a marker, the entire contour… and suddenly felt it was very familiar!
Huh?
Wasn't this the surgical design plan he had just thought of?
When did it get drawn on Xin Xin's face!
Suddenly, Qin Xiang was stunned!
Wasn't this what Chen Cang had drawn on Dou Xin in the morning?
It was very similar to his own… too… too…
Qin Xiang was dumbfounded!
What the hell…
No wonder he had felt that a stroke of genius had flashed through his mind and it all came together without even having to think!
It turned out to be this!
Reflecting on this, Qin Xiang felt extremely complicated at this very moment, his face flushing red and then turning pale, his anxiety palpable!
Was this considered plagiarism?
It couldn't be, right, how could the affairs of a learned man be called plagiarism?