Fourth Brother, Lu Sihao, was a little stunned; only then did he realize that Zheng Xinrui had come out.
He stopped wiping his face and carefully folded the wet wipe and put it back in the pack that his little sister had torn open to throw away later. Fourth Brother's expression was unhurried. He turned around and said directly to Zheng Xinrui, "Give me back my designs!"
"No, what do you mean?"
Zheng Xinrui found the other party's cold and dark expression ridiculous. "You plagiarized my designs, and now you're asking me to return them to you?
"Lu Sihao, why are you so shameless?"
Zheng Xinrui's tone was mocking. He wiped his very white face and raised his chin.
Fourth Brother ignored him completely and said in an even colder voice, "Do you really not know who is the plagiarist and who's using who?"
"What, what are you talking about?"
