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“And this accomplice, he’s really ugly!”

Hearing this, Li Feifei was first stunned, then cried even harder. She was afraid that Chen Yi would see her crying face, so she covered her face with her hands.

“No,” the middle-aged man said. “If we call the police and the computer is Li Feifei’s, the surveillance will only prove that Bai Yurou used the USB drive to copy something, but there will be no concrete evidence to prove that she was the one who deleted Miss Su’s proposal. Besides, on Miss Su’s proposal, there was no evidence that she was the one who wrote it, except for the signature on the document. If the other party refuses to admit it, we’ll…”

Hearing his words, everyone except Li Feifei who was still crying fell silent.

“B-but we need a witness!” Mu Yuchen said, pointing at Li Feifei.

The middle-aged man shook his head. “She can’t be considered a witness. She did not see Bai Yurou steal the proposal with her own eyes. Besides, she did not even know that there was a proposal in her email, so her testimony does not count!”

“Then what should we do? Are we just going to watch as Little Yuan’s hard work is stolen by that little b*tch?” Although Mu Yuchen looked gentle and beautiful, he had a bad temper. After he finished speaking, he kicked over the chair next to him and stormed to the door.

Chen Yi quickly got up and grabbed Mu Yuchen’s arm, pulling him back.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re sick!” Mu Yuchen cursed in pain. The place Chen Yi was holding happened to be the place where Mu Lanyi had bitten. The wound, which had already coagulated with great difficulty, instantly split open and blood seeped out again with this grip.

“Sam, bring me the first aid kit,” Chen Yi frowned.

Su Yuan looked at Mu Yuchen’s wound and turned her head back speechlessly. “It was just a small wound, was it worth it?”

After a while, the middle-aged man returned with the first aid kit. Chen Yi pressed Mu Yuchen down on the sofa.

“Stay away from me. I’m fine. Why aren’t you dealing with Little Yuan’s matter? Why are you in charge of my wound?” Mu Yuchen covered his wound and refused to let Chen Yi see.

“Sam, help Miss Su handle this,” Chen Yi said.

“Okay, Mr. Chen,” Sam said.

“He’s a sissy, will that work?” Mu Yuchen did not have a good impression of this girly uncle.

Sam’s face darkened, and Chen Yi quickly said, “Sam has a double degree in art and lawyer in Country Y. He’s also in charge of legal affairs in our company.”

Mu Yuchen said, “What kind of company is this? The law Department is dressed like a gigolo. Ah, no! Even a gigolo’s clothes were better than his!”

Chen Yi pried Mu Yuchen’s hand away and carefully treated his wound, even though it was only the size of a pinkie.

“Miss Su, we don’t have enough evidence in our hands. There’s no benefit in calling the police.” Sam went straight to the point.

“I know.” In her previous life, Su Yuan’s artists were often involved in court cases, so she was forced to learn a lot about the law. She knew very well that in court, everything would depend on evidence. If there was insufficient evidence, losing the case was inevitable.

Bai Yurou had Li Feifei as cannon fodder. That was why she dared to copy the proposal. Even if someone found out, they could not do anything to her.

Su Yuan thought for a while. In her previous life, her proposal was based on Pei Xifan’s company. Based on the pattern of events, this proposal might end up in Pei Xifan’s hands.

Su Yuan suddenly looked at Li Feifei with a faint smile. “If I’m not mistaken, you also applied for the Performing Arts course at the Eich Academy of Film and Television, right?”

Li Feifei hid in a corner, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible. She had thought that they would let her go after they had finished their discussion. However, Su Yuan suddenly asked him a question. She was so shocked that she almost cried again. Her eyes were already swollen from crying, and she could see Su Yuan’s sinister smile through the slit of her eyes. She was so scared that her entire body was trembling. She subconsciously took a few steps back and asked warily, “You, what do you want to do?”

“I’m not doing anything. I just want to ask you for a favor.” Su Yuan smiled.

…

By the time Mo Ting arrived at Chikai entertainment in his black Maybach, he saw Su Yuan and Mu Yuchen walking out of the office side by side.

“President Mo.” Fu Wen looked at Mo Ting through the rear mirror with a nervous expression. In this situation, were they still going to get out of the car? She was done for. Looking at President Mo’s face that was about to turn black, he was definitely going to get angry!

Mo Ting’s eyes darkened as he looked out the car window and saw Su Yuan and Mu Yuchen walking toward their car.