A barrage of words rendered Xu Fang speechless. She moved her lips, wanting to refute Lu Feiyan, but for a moment, couldn't find an appropriate reason or excuse.
"Anyway, everyone outside thinks you plagiarized," Xu Fang finally retorted, feeling instantly refreshed. "It's already set in stone. Yelling at me won't change anything. You can't turn black into white; a fact is a fact."
Lu Feiyan said, "Everyone in the company is aware of the resources I have. By slandering me like this, aren't you afraid I'll settle the score with you later?"
Her words hit a nerve, and the young woman didn't dare make another sound. After all, Lu Feiyan's resources were completely unprecedented. The company's senior management had once suspected President Wang Tuohai was trying to promote his own daughter, but even that wouldn't warrant this level of exaggerated support. Over time, a growing resentment festered among the company's other artists, who were all hungry for their chance to rise.
