Lin Yun and Wang Qi chatted until late at night before returning to their rooms to rest.
Just as she lay on the bed, Lin Yun's phone rang.
"Miss Mingyi, your call is too difficult to get through!" The other party couldn't help but complain.
Lin Yun looked at her phone and realized that there were more than ten missed calls.
"I'm sorry, I was busy just now and didn't bring my phone," Lin Yun said apologetically.
She looked at the time. It was already past 11 p.m.
"It's so late. Why are you looking for me?" Lin Yun asked curiously.
The other party's voice was a little anxious. "Regarding the song selection of the next competition that you submitted, it's suspected of plagiarism. I need you to come to the production team tomorrow to discuss it."
Lin Yun raised her eyebrows slightly, and her gaze changed slightly. "Plagiarism?"
"Who said that?" Lin Yun asked.
