Yan Xinxin had just wanted to express her thanks when a sharp, jarring female voice suddenly rang out amidst the crowd.
Without needing to think, the face of Yan Zhirou immediately sprang into her mind.
Sitting in the audience, Mu Qianshui lifted her gaze, the corner of her red lips curling up.
"What impeccable timing."
"Qianshui, who is that woman? Do you know her?"
"I don't."
Mu Qianshui replied indifferently, but her smile deepened.
"All I know is, the real show is about to begin."
Though Yan Zhirou had come deliberately to stir up trouble, she had dressed to the nines—donning a plunging deep V black gown with heavy makeup, clearly determined not to miss any opportunity to stand out.
"Who is that woman?"
"She's dressed so provocatively, it's disgusting!"
"Did she just say that Yan Xinxin's work was plagiarized?"
"Looks like we're in for some excitement!"
"Hopefully, they fight tooth and nail. Then Young Master Mo won't marry this Yan Xinxin woman!"
