"Who do you think you are? A savior?"

Seeing Lyon standing there in a daze, Fu Zhiqing spoke sarcastically: "Don't think that I'll be close to you because of her. Let me tell you, we're from two different worlds."

These cold words pierced Leon's heart, causing his face to turn completely cold: "Is that so?"

He muttered to himself, then came to his senses and sneered, "Is it possible that I didn't want to save you either..."

As he spoke, Leon's expression returned to its usual indifference, but the surging emotions in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

"What did you say?"

Fu Zhiqing also widened her beautiful eyes and glared angrily at Lyon.

Seeing her furious expression, Leon curled his lips into a smile: "The only reason I'm here today is because of that necklace. You've had it for so long, it's time to give it back to me."

Why should I give it to you?

But as soon as he said this, Fu Zhiqing couldn't help but grit her teeth and glare at him fiercely.

"Why should I? Because that thing is mine."

Leon also punched the wall next to him, creating a huge dent in the wall, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

Unfortunately, Fu Zhiqing was never frightened by such simple threats.

She merely glanced at it briefly before uttering the words that made Leon's pupils shrink.

"Yours? What is yours? You're nothing but a bastard. So what if you're my brother? If you don't have it, you don't have it."

A casual remark made Leon's eyes widen in fury.

He never expected that Fu Zhiqing would suddenly turn on him.

Bastard...

He muttered the word silently, his expression growing increasingly grim.

Seeing Leon panting heavily and looking furious, Fu Zhiqing sneered, "Trash, I advise you to get lost. If you still dare to covet that thing, don't blame me for being impolite."

Facing the woman's chilling gaze, Leon clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly.

Finally, unable to endure her insults any longer, he slammed the door and left.

As he stepped out of the teahouse, a light rain began to fall. Passersby were all carrying umbrellas and walking past him.

He walked slowly alone in the rain, like a stray dog ​​no one wanted.

His mind kept replaying the words Fu Zhiqing had just said, which made him feel incredibly bitter.

Just then, an umbrella appeared above his head.

He turned around and saw that it was Li Ruo.

Li Ruo was on her way home from get off work when she saw the distraught Lyon as she drove by.

After all, he was a foreigner, and he still stood out quite a bit among a group of Chinese people.

In addition, he was the only one on the entire street without an umbrella, which naturally attracted attention.

"What's wrong?"

Li Ruo spoke softly as she quietly looked at Lyon.

Lyon's lips moved slightly, and his voice was very low: "Sister, I want to go back to my country."

Upon hearing this, Li Ruo was extremely surprised.

She wasn't stupid; just by looking at Leon's expression, she knew something must have happened.

But the other person didn't say it directly, and she didn't want to ask anymore: "How about this, you're all wet, go back and change your clothes first, so you don't get sick."

Upon hearing this, Lyon nodded and went to the car with Li Ruo.

After the two got into the car, Li Ruo quickly turned on the car's heater and drove him home.

After sending him back, Li Ruo naturally comforted him for a while. Just as she was about to ask Lyon what had happened, her phone beeped with a message notification.

Li Ruo paused slightly and subconsciously took out her phone.

Upon seeing Xiao He's name on the list, his brows furrowed even more.

Could it be that something happened at the company?

Thinking it over, she didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately answered the call.

The moment the call connected, Xiao He's anxious voice came from the other end of the line: "It's bad, President Li, a lot of news about Mr. Jiang's plagiarism has surfaced online, and the buzz is still rising."

Upon entering the company, she immediately sent someone to investigate the matter of Jiang Ze's art exhibition.

But unexpectedly, after so long, not only was there no news, but new changes occurred.

"What?"

Li Ruo's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly opened the app, and sure enough, the top trending topic was "Shocking! A well-known writer plagiarized foreign writer Milo's 'Dazzling Sunflowers,' with a similarity of up to 80%!"

Below that title are Jiang Ze's painting "Born Towards the Sun" and Milo's painting.

Moreover, the article analyzed the similarities between the two paintings from various perspectives, presenting a well-reasoned and logical analysis.

Many people are criticizing Jiang Ze in the comments section of this article.

Some people say it's likely a misunderstanding, but most people prefer to believe what they see, so they keep hurling insults at Jiang Ze.

Seeing these harsh words, Li Ruo's brows furrowed even more.

Xiao He on the other end of the phone remained silent, seemingly waiting for Li Ruo's decision.