Qin Man carefully fished out the invitation card from her purse and compared it with the one the stranger had brought.
Then she scoffed and held both of the cards up to show everyone.
"Look, look! Ranran's invitation has a golden lace sleeve, but this one's is red. It's strange, isn't it?
"Tell me, when did the Music Association change their invitation designs, huh? Why would they do that when they've already sent out a batch to their participants?
"You should be more meticulous with your forgery next time. I can't believe you missed such a basic detail. In what world is gold the same as red?"
Unable to help herself, Qin Man thrust Yao Ran's invitation right at Yao Tang's face.
"I'm afraid you're not cut out for fraud, either. You're too sloppy. You should really look for another hobby.
