As Yue Ling stares at the other six people sitting at the table with her, she was oblivious to the disdain expression on her assistant and two subordinates standing behind her. Liu Shan, Ju Suo, and Lian Ni Shang did not hide their hatred for the people and made sure that their expression gave away their feelings.
Yue Ling unfolds her arms that were crossed over her chest and she rests her forearm on the table. A refine and soft smile curls on her lips and her gaze shifts to the man sitting next to Xu Zhengyi.
"Tang Yimou. As the Art Director, your tasks as a fashion coordinator is to supervise every content creation within An Qing. However, you breached the contract by failing to train, assign, and provide work directions to your peers."
The corners of her lip gradually lower until her expression was left with only coldness.
"You too, infringe the copyrights of other fashion companies and professed them as your own."
