He Juncheng gulped and swallowed, and his whole body had gone silly.
How is this …… possible!
Ye Mufan was Felix?
This was absolutely impossible! There must be a mistake somewhere!
Just as the crowd was staring at each other, Director Zheng hurriedly arrived, “aigoo! My Lord Vice President, I finally found you. I didn’t see you at the door, I’ve got your clothes ready for you, go and change!”
Seemingly sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Councilor Zheng spoke up in confusion, “What’s wrong? What’s going on? Oh yes, Director He, aren’t you looking for our Vice President, this is him!”
After saying this, he looked at Ye Mufan and said, “Felix, this is Director He of Star Entertainment, and the one on stage is Miss Shen Mengqi of Star Entertainment, who wants to talk to you about the cooperation of Lorraine Fashion Week ……”
Ye Mufan casually pulled off a blade of gra*s stained on his sleeve: “Oh, is that so?”
At this moment, He Juncheng and Shen Mengqi already wanted to die, listening to these words from Director Zheng, they wanted to find a hole in the ground to burrow into.
They couldn’t even think of not believing him now that he had spoken up himself!
Just now, Director Zheng said that Felix had a car accident on the road, that’s why Ye Mufan appeared in this state ……
So, the gold medal stylist they had gone to so much trouble to hire, the hotshot Godmaker Felix, was that loser Ye Mufan!
D*mn it, what the hell is going on here?
Ye Mufan had always been in a state of being blocked by Royal Heaven, how could he have gotten to this point in such a short period of time?
Shen Mengqi stood on the stage and glared viciously towards He Juncheng.
Ye Mufan was Felix, why didn’t he even know about such an important matter!
He Juncheng really had a hard time saying anything at this moment, how could he possibly a*sociate Felix with Ye Mufan?
However, worse things were yet to come ……
In the front, the chairman of the Fashion a*sociation, Mu Wenqing, walked over with a cold and solemn face, “Mufan, you said just now that He Juncheng’s design was stolen from your work, what’s going on?”
Ye Mufan glanced towards Mu Wenqing, “Teacher, it’s nothing serious, it’s just that not long ago, I lost a manuscript, but I didn’t expect that it was picked up by Director He.”
Once heard this, He Juncheng forehead cold sweat are fast down, “this …… this is a misunderstanding …… a misunderstanding …… ”
If this matter is sat down, then he is ruined.
He Juncheng immediately anxious, made up his mind not to admit, immediately retorted, “What manuscript! It’s not true at all, it’s my own design! You must believe me, President!”
Thinking that Ye Mufan had no proof at all, He Juncheng gradually gained his strength: “Young Ye, you say this is your design, please show me the proof! When did you lose the manuscript? And where did you lose it?”
How’s that? Can’t come up with it!
Ye Mufan smiled gently, “Oh, evidence? I have a bad memory, I really don’t remember such insignificant things …… Director He means that I have wronged you, jealous of your talent, so I slandered you? Trying to hog your work?”
Once Ye Mufan said this, He Juncheng froze, while the crowd even exploded, looking towards He Juncheng with contempt.
“Are you kidding, someone who is a hundred flower award winner and vice chairman of the fashion a*sociation is jealous of him?”
“Is He Juncheng delusional?”
He Juncheng became furious and began to speak a little out of turn, “Ye Mufan, you’re spitting blood! These works are my own! They are my designs! If you slander me without proof, then I’ll even say you stole my work!”
