Wei Ning sneered and tapped on the contract under his hand. "This is the contract you signed with Yulan. It contains all the conditions that the author must follow, including no plagiarizing. Have you upheld these conditions?"
Ruo Lan was speechless when questioned.
The editor had already been dragged out to pack her things.
Jia Hao sat on the sofa in a dejected manner. His shoulders were slumped and he was covering his face; it was unclear what he was thinking.
Ruo Lan was the only one who still couldn't accept her fate.
In a low voice, she whined, "President Wei, this is unfair. If this matter gets blown up, it won't be good for Yulan. If I stay here, I can continue to attract readers for you."
"Oh."
Wei Ning shrugged indifferently. "What's the point of fairness? Is it edible? All I know is you made my younger sister unhappy, so I have to make you unhappy as well..."
"Younger Sister?!"
