"Ms. Qin, maintaining the national honor is our undeniable responsibility."
He spoke so-righteously, so grandiosely, yet Qin Xiangnuan just wanted to laugh, finding it ridiculous. How had it suddenly become someone else's possession? What did this have to do with national honor? She didn't need to ask now; she probably knew already.
They must have taken that screen to participate in some competition. Yes, there seemed to be a famous competition recently, with many countries participating, especially that country. Embroidery is Huaxia's national quintessence, but how had it become theirs? He had never seen a country so shameless, so fond of plundering others, and so adept at telling blatant lies.
Even so, what did it have to do with her? She wasn't the one who took it to any competition.
