"Lu An'an, how can you accuse others like this?" Gu Anning was very angry.
She grabbed the design draft and said, "I drew this myself. Where is your signature? Take a closer look at the handwriting on this draft. Is it yours or mine?"
Gu Anning said firmly, as if she had nothing to fear.
Lu An'an took the draft from her and looked at it carefully. Her face instantly turned pale.
She had indeed designed this draft, but be it the handwriting or the details, it was obviously not her work.
How could this be?
Lu An'an was trembling all over. She rushed into her office and opened her drawer. She saw that the draft of her design was lying in her drawer intact.
She held her draft. Her signature was written on the back of the draft.
It seemed that Gu Anning's draft was indeed drawn by herself, but how could she draw the same design pattern as her?.
