"President Xu, there's been trouble."
As soon as Xu Qingzi stepped into the studio, the assistant rushed up to her.
"What mischief is Xu Jiahuan up to this time?" Xu Qingzi put down her bag, casually tied up her hair, and asked with practiced ease.
The assistant mentioned trouble, and apart from Xu Jiahuan's mischief, there was nothing else.
The young mistress had grown accustomed to it.
The assistant said, "The plagiarism incident from before had already died down, right? Just now, suddenly a big V popped up, claiming someone leaked a manuscript, insisting that we plagiarized, and now it's confirmed, they're cursing us out. I saw it, the manuscript really is identical to yours…"
This was orchestrated by Xu Jiahuan.
However, Xu Jiahuan didn't get involved personally.
She bribed another designer in the company to go after Xu Qingzi.
But Xu Qingzi was very aware that Xu Jiahuan was the one behind the mischief.
Xu Qingzi paused, "Manuscript?"
