"What?"
Yan Xinxin was utterly shocked.
All of these drafts were her own creations—how could it be plagiarism?
"What? You're still pretending?"
The woman sneered disdainfully and took out her phone, scrolling through the photo album.
"Take a good look. Your works bear an uncanny resemblance to our designer Sunny's designs!"
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the designs in the photos.
"Your so-called 'Angel's Tears' is indeed copied to look very similar to 'Angel's Smile.' But a counterfeit is still a counterfeit—it can't capture the essence or spirit of the original. You have some nerve coming to Di Jue for an interview!"
The woman sneered again, rolled her eyes, and impatiently put away her phone before standing up.
"A thief who plagiarizes someone else's work like you isn't welcome at Di Jue. Your name will be blacklisted. Don't even think about getting into any design department of another company! Leave now!"
"Wait!"
