Jiayi was stunned; it was Huo Zhenyang.
Had he been the one secretly helping her, arranging all this?
After a moment, she regained her composure, her lips curling into a sneer as she fixed her gaze on Ye Shiman, "No matter what I do, I never plagiarize others' work, nor would I seek mutual destruction with the victor after losing."
Ye Shiman's face twisted with rage, and just as she tried to continue her tirade, two firefighters had already climbed onto the air cushion and helped Jiayi and Ye Shiman down.
Ye Shiman, while being dragged down, kept on cursing incessantly: "I don't accept this, I don't accept this!"
Jiayi had no more time to say anything to Ye Shiman.
Just now, Su Yan had been sprayed with an unknown liquid along with her by Ye Shiman. Was she injured? How was she now?!
Ignoring her own weakened state from the shock, she pushed away a firefighter trying to help her and dashed towards the rooftop.
