"I don't know either!" Ye Anran was so angry that she almost stormed off to chop Ye Rouxin to pieces, "I called the organizers, there must be someone inside working with Ye Rouxin, they switched my entry! The Yifan Cup is one of the major competitions in the country, and yet they did such a dirty trick. I'll make sure they stink for this!"
Every design is like a designer's child, and stealing someone else's hard work like this is the most shameful act!
Especially when it's that little bitch, Ye Rouxin.
This time, Ye Anran was truly provoked.
Even an uncle can endure, but a madame cannot!
She immediately took out her phone to dial the organizer's number. Just then, Ye Rouxin's call came through.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Whose call is it?" Zuo Aiai asked.
"Ye Rouxin."
"That little bitch still dares to call?"
Ye Anran answered the call and shouted, "Ye Rouxin, you have the nerve to call me. Tell me, why did my work turn into your work?"
