Exhibition Center
The police who hurriedly arrived had already pinned down Yu Zhen, but couldn't stop her mouth. Possibly after falling from the clouds into hell, deeply shocked, she appeared crazed, laughing lowly, with an air of fearless arrogance.
"What right do you have to accuse me? On what basis!"
"Tang Wan, you can't leave."
"I've seen all those original design drafts. Can you dare say there's no relation to the Yan Family? Can you? Pretend to be noble, the originality circle plays these games, you're filthier than me, filthier—"
"Why am I the only one unlucky, why!"
"Aren't you here to settle accounts with her? Why are you just sitting there, say something, speak—" Yu Zhen suddenly screamed toward the direction of Fu Third Master.
...
Face twisted, voice hoarse to the extreme.
The sharp, piercing sound terrified everyone present.
"That Yu Zhen must be crazy," people murmured below.
"Preparing for mutual destruction, if worse comes to worst we'll all die together?"
