"Ye Leng'an, while I don't know why you sit in judgment, your fashion ignorance disqualifies you from appraising my work."
Given the current situation, Ye Xiyuan was not willing to back down in the face of Ye Leng'an's mockery. "Moreover, if you insist that I plagiarized, then you must have evidence, right? Can't there be any overlap between my ideas and Ms. Airelly's without it being considered plagiarism?"
Below, the audience watched the drama unfold. The judges had claimed copying, yet none had viewed Airelly's gown. None knew the actual extent of similarity.
Ye Xiyuan seemed so assured. Could she speak the truth, her independent spark of inspiration simply resonating with Airelly's own?
