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"Thank you for the reminder," Shen Wanxing said, her emotions steadying as the camera stayed focused on her. She tried to raise her arm, but to no avail.
Her face was deathly pale, with fine sweat on her forehead.
"Tsk, tsk, so pitiful. She doesn't think that playing the sympathy card will get her out of this, does she? I'm sure she did this to her own arm. Otherwise, how could a simple cut take so long to heal?"
"Such a green tea bitch. I bet she can't design anything anymore."
"Shen Mingyue is the prettiest, Shen Mingyue is the best."
The online comments were filled with vitriol, many from Shen Mingyue's fans, who naturally spared no kindness for Shen Wanxing.
"She still hasn't started, it's hopeless now."
Shen Wanxing sat in front of the design table.
She opened a wet wipe and dabbed at her forehead.
