[I'm a designer too. According to the picture above, unless Ji Wen can produce a similar draft, then the Liushang shirt must be designed by Lu Wenzhen!]
[Even the supervisor says so, there must be a twist to the situation.]
[Where is Ji Wen? Why isn't she coming out to defend herself?]
[Yeah, if she shows her draft, wouldn't everything be clarified?]
In front of the screen, Ji Wen furrowed her brows, pacing back and forth anxiously.
It wasn't her design to begin with, so where could she possibly find an original draft for someone else?
Suddenly, a person popped into her mind, and she immediately made a phone call.
"Hello? Jiang Chen, didn't you say that you had taken care of everything? Why can that bitch still produce a manuscript? How did you handle this?"
On the streets.
The sky was enshrouded with gloom, and a light rain fell to the ground.
