Han Siming: "..."
Han Siming watched Dong Qin speak hurtfully, his dark eyes furrowing.
Jian Ran's expression was calm, and she spoke in an indifferent manner.
"Firstly... since you never considered me a pregnant woman and lack even the most basic respect and conscience... then, I have nothing to hide anymore."
Saying this, Jian Ran turned to look at Han Siming, her expression cold and businesslike.
"Han Siming... your mother and Lan Xing said that my work was plagiarized... However, the truth is she conspired with individuals within the Gu Family to frame me, with Lan Xing as the head of the design department... Your dear mother, she has been coveting what Gu Mochen holds in the Gu Family."
Han Siming: "..."
Han Siming's face paled at Jian Ran's straightforward words.
"Ranran... what are you talking about? How could mom do such a thing?"
