Ji Yao could barely keep control of her expression anymore, and when the female colleagues saw her look, they couldn't help but ask tentatively.
"Director Ji, what's wrong?"
Ji Yao's fingers trembled, and a fiery anger inside her was rising rapidly.
"Does such a person even deserve to be called a designer?"
She quickly returned to her own office and dialed Zimo's number.
And when the call connected, she was careful enough to turn on the call recording feature.
"What's wrong, little sister, how have you been these days?"
The voice on the other end was gentle, one would really think she was someone without any schemes.
"That recent design on the internet is yours, right? Where did you see my draft? It's exactly the same as my design!"
As Ji Yao said this, she couldn't help but raise her voice slightly.
It was precisely this action that seemed to have startled the person on the other end of the line, who only responded slowly after a long while.
