Before he could see anything, Deng Yang had already sat in front of Yun Xiangxiang with her back facing Yun Xiangxiang, blocking Zhang Fengde's sight. "Spit it out. I don't have time to dawdle with you."
"You are still so vulgar." Zhang Fengde was detested in his tone.
"What does my vulgarity have to do with you? However, I quite admire you. For the sake of money, you were able to tolerate my vulgarity for so many years. That can be said as determination." Deng Yang showed an expression of admiration.
"I'm not here to rake over the past with you." Zhang Fengde didn't seem to catch Deng Yang's sarcasm, "The matter about plagiarism was your doing, right?"
Although Zhang Fengde was asking a question, he used the tone of making a statement. He was certain that it was Deng Yang's doing.
