Plagiarism

"How shameless!"

Tian Xiaoyu flew into a rage, her index finger jabbing at the program list. She looked at Fang Xiuzhen. "Our song's title is 'Mountain Stream', but he's so good! He doesn't even bother to use his brain to plagiarize creatively and directly named it 'Mountain Stream'. Moreover, he is performing before you. What should we do!?"

Fang Xiuzhen had been staring at the door, her eyes full of curiosity. She asked curiously, "Why isn't my brother here yet? Does it take him so long to help move things?"

Tian Xiaoyu sighed and gently tapped Fang Xiuzhen's head. "Xiuzhen, are you listening? Isn't this song very important to you?"

"It is indeed very important, but I'm not afraid of that Hong Tiefeng at all. You have to know that this is a song that I wrote myself!"