After leaving the company, Ji Zimo aimlessly strolled outside.
She opened her phone to check the plagiarism comments about Ji Yao but discovered that many who had bought her design works were speaking up for her.
Seeing this, Ji Zimo's forward steps halted abruptly.
The anger that had just subsided erupted like a volcano once again.
Her hand holding the phone slowly tightened, her eyes flashing with surging rage.
"They actually say Ji Yao's design works are good, have you people gone blind? What abilities does Ji Yao have? She just knows how to seduce men!"
Jealousy consumed Ji Zimo's reason.
Without hesitation, she dialed the marketing account's number, giving a cold command.
"One hundred thousand, make a big deal out of Ji Yao's alleged plagiarism and find more trolls to slander her online, I want her to be completely discredited!"