There were security guards on site, but those standing at the door were taken aback. By the time they recovered and immediately moved to intervene, a group of men in suits had politely stopped them.
Nan Jiaojiao turned around, surprise flickered in her eyes before it quickly settled, and she slightly, helplessly tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She really had summoned him.
"Who are you, and by what right do you claim my work is plagiarized!"
Chen Man's grip on the microphone weakened, her voice tightened, and the flustered sound scattered to every corner.
She was startled for a moment, as if she'd just realized she was still clutching the microphone, unable to throw it away, she stood there awkwardly.
"Who am I?"
The old man smiled, "Didn't you submit your work to the architectural competition? Since every piece won an award, how could you not know who I am?"
Chen Man was dumbfounded.
