Chapter 759 - Lowly and Exciting

Jiang Rongrong sighed helplessly. “Her expression every time is basically related to her sister. Qianrou is partly to blame for this. She actually exposed the matter to Numero!”

Although things were a little overboard, I could more or less understand. After all, my eldest granddaughter had bullied her a lot all these years. Recently, she had worsened… It was normal for Qianrou to feel resentful.

Look, my eldest granddaughter is being unforgiving again. On such an occasion, she actually slandered Qianrou for plagiarizing her designs in the domestic qualifiers… All these years, she has been alone outside. Her personality has become too wild and eccentric…”

This call was full of insults.

Susan frowned at Jiang Rongrong before looking at Shen Fanxing worriedly.

Now that a heavyweight like Feng Shuoguang was standing beside Shen Qianrou, it was a silent declaration of the outcome of their sisterly confrontation tonight.

With her previous record from six years ago, who would believe that the disciple of a prestigious perfume maker would plagiarize an unknown work?

Indeed, after hearing Jiang Rongrong’s words, Feng Shuoguang’s gaze finally landed on Shen Fanxing. “Qianrou plagiarized her design?” Feng Shuoguang frowned and turned to Shen Qianrou.

“Qianrou, did you copy it?”

“Of course not! Master, how could I do such an immoral thing? You’re my master, and I wouldn’t do anything to humiliate you.”

Shen Qianrou immediately denied it firmly!

“This is really awkward. I didn’t expect Shen Qianrou to be Mr Feng’s disciple. She has bitten the iron plate.” “She’s Rosanna and Mr Feng’s disciple. Plagiarism? What a joke! Get lost!”

At this moment, everyone had turned into the messengers of justice and joined forces to punish Shen Fanxing.

Shen Qianrou’s lips curled into a smug smile. Her eyes were filled with unconcealable viciousness and joy.

Shen Fanxing turned around again and saw Shen Qianrou’s expression clearly.

Shen Qianrou turned her body slightly and hid her face on Feng Shuoguang’s shoulder. She looked at him provocatively as her lips parted and closed silently.

However, Shen Fanxing understood. She said, “You lost again…” The angry voices that told her to “get lost” were like a support group.

“I didn’t expect such a grand award ceremony to be so vulgar.”

An ancient and deep voice sounded.

Upon hearing this voice, Shen Fanxing’s eyes flickered.

Everyone looked over and saw an energetic old man in a traditional Chinese tunic suit walking slowly towards them. “Who is it?”

“No, I don’t.”

Under everyone’s puzzled gazes, the old man walked in slowly.

When Susan saw the old man, doubt flashed across her eyes. She had a feeling that she knew him.

But there didn’t seem to be anyone so old in her mind.

On the other hand, Feng Shuoguang’s eyes were filled with excitement when he saw the old man.

He immediately shook off Shen Qianrou, who was holding his arm, and strode towards the old man. His eyes were red as he walked. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he knelt in front of the old man.