"What do I have to be guilty about! You stole my stuff, and you dare to say I'm nervous?" Xia Wen retorted coldly.
"Your stuff?" Xia Pengpeng chuckled lightly, the more Xia Wen flew into a rage, the more composed she became, "Can you prove that it's originally yours? If you can't prove it, you might want to hold off on making such claims."
Xia Wen's face turned the color of iron.
She felt certain that Xia Pengpeng must have also followed Y's work.
But she had no idea where Xia Pengpeng acquired this draft!
If that were truly the case, Xia Wen believed she wouldn't lose to Xia Pengpeng! It would all come down to how she could convince everyone that the original creator was her and not Xia Pengpeng!
She was sure that Xia Pengpeng wouldn't dare to utter the name Y!
"Of course, I have evidence." Xia Wen walked to the side and instructed her assistant for a moment.
Soon, the assistant brought Xia Wen's personal computer.
