Seeing that Li Mo was so angry that even his eyes turned red, Gao Zhiming smiled. "Designer Li, if you want to cry, hurry up, or you won't be able to when your models come to the stage!"
"Gao Zhiming, 'the magnificent" is by all means my work. You committed plagiarism!" Li Murong roared at Gao Zhiming with his eyes red. He was using all his strength to force himself to calm down.
"Oh! Your work?"
Gao Zhiming sneered. "Li Mo, how can you prove it is your work? You can't, can you?"
Gao Zhiming's words were like an aggressive sharp blade. "But I can prove that 'the magnificent"is my work! I can prove that you stole my works by dirty means! Fight against me, you will only lose everything!"
"Li Mo, you will be defeated by me from time to time in your life! In a moment you can hold your copied clothes and cry!"
"Gao Zhiming, do you really think you can be proud for a lifetime?! Even if I lose in the finals, sooner or later, you'll stink the whole world!"