Jian Rou saw the opportunity arise and then, with feigned naivety, said, "Sister, do you know that this dress is a JR design?"
Her expression was one of disdain, tinged with thick sarcasm.
Jian Ran's expression remained calm, unchanged, as she simply asked in a soft voice, "Does it matter whether I know or not?"
Upon hearing this, Jian Rou immediately became more animated, and her tone involuntarily rose as she said, "Sister, this is a matter of principle. As a designer, how can you plagiarize someone else's work? And JR is a master-level figure. By doing this..."
As she spoke, Jian Rou let out a slight sigh, as if Jian Ran was being utterly disgraceful.
It was as if, being her sister, she had lost face as well.
Jian Ran nodded and replied, "If the JR master hasn't said anything, little sister, why worry so much? You're really going out of your way."
The irony in her words was palpable.
