"The date isn't signed, but I did sign it."
Nan Jiaojiao stopped adjusting the other design; she straightened up, casually stretched her sore back, "Do you need more evidence? If you do, I can provide it."
Rose's face went pale.
Actually...
Actually did these sneaky things!
"You... even if you talk as if it's so spectacular, you've only designed jewelry. How could it possibly match Sweetheart's traditional-style clothing? Either she leaked the theme to you, or you're..."
She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.
Rose stood there for a long time, suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on Nan Jiaojiao's calm and collected face, then began to tremble, as if the deepest shadows in her heart suddenly grew wildly, fear and dread made her angry and humiliated.
"You..."
The signature on the design...
"She's Sweetheart!"
Yue Yu couldn't hold back, shouted, and stood up from her seat excitedly.
The originally quiet hall suddenly became noisy.
