The drafting paper was obscured by Chen Wei's head, and Liu Mi shifted her body several times but couldn't get a clear view. She simply squatted down and lay on the glass coffee table, clearing her line of sight at last to clearly see every move of Chen Wei's pen!
Fluid! So fluid that it couldn't be any more fluid!
No wonder Liu Mi suspected the work Chen Wei produced was copied—after all, throughout the entire process, she hadn't seen him pause, not even to think for half a second!
He drew it straight out, like an assembly line in a factory.
What's crucial is that any of the works taken at random had a completeness that was no less than the one before, indeed it might be even better!
What kind of monster was this guy?
Chen Wei spent several minutes and produced seven or eight drafts, each a work of art, and they were all brand-new designs that Liu Mi had never seen or heard of before.
She really had no grounds to insist Chen Wei was plagiarizing any longer.
