Song Ling's eyes darkened as she heard the mention of the trophy.
"Madam, what's wrong?" inquired one of the nannies.
Observing Song Ling on the verge of fainting, the two nannies rushed to her aid.
Overwhelmed and dizzy, Song Ling struggled to stand. "No, don't bring up the award again…"
"Yes, yes, of course. Let's avoid discussing it any further. Madam, let me assist you to the sofa for some rest…" The nanny promptly guided Song Ling to the sofa and poured two glasses of water. "Old Master, have some water too!"
Fang Liguo found himself in an unprecedented predicament. Perplexed by Jiayi's act of plagiarism, especially against Fang Yuan, he felt the weight of being ridiculed by everyone.
"Yuanyuan, that girl…" Song Ling couldn't even muster a curse.
The nannies, assuming Fang Yuan had caused their distress, promptly scolded her.
