Ji Qingwei had just endured torment from Yuejian to the point of near mental collapse, and now she found herself trapped by Lang Xuan, being interrogated. Despair enveloped her completely.
The word "plagiarism" pierced her like a dagger, igniting her panic. She screamed, "I didn't! I didn't!"
Lang Xuan's expression remained indifferent as he replied, "Didn't you say this chip was designed by you? The computer is right here; come on, make another one."
The secretary forcibly pushed Ji Qingwei in front of the computer, maintaining a gentle tone. "Miss Ji, please."
Her hands trembled as she stared at the chip-making program, her mind a blank canvas.
It had been taken from her!
Once again, it had been taken from her!
Si Fuqing had truly left her with nothing.
Ji Qingwei's face turned ashen, her lips quivered as she completely broke down.
