C62 The Storm of Quarrels

Lee Weiwei glared angrily, pointing at Tang Li's nose as she let out everything she had been holding inside.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself? As a designer, it's bad enough to plagiarize someone else's work. But to drive Group Leader Tang away and now secretly target her—do you have any conscience left?"

Tang Li raised an eyebrow, watching Weiwei, who was practically hopping mad