Chapter 742 - Suspicion (1/2)

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After all these years of being praised by everyone, he couldn’t accept such an attitude.

“Arrogant! How dare you speak so rudely at such a young age? I’m curious if you’re too ignorant or too confident in yourself!”

Shen Fanxing’s eyes were still cold. Upon hearing Feng Shuoguang’s words, her lips twitched.

“Arrogance requires capital.”

“Ha… Haha…”

Feng Shuoguang gave a few angry laughs before his cold gaze turned wise and calm. He stared at Shen Fanxing for a long time.

“To be honest, if you don’t have a criminal record, | like your arrogant personality. You’re right, there’s nothing wrong with being arrogant. It seems like you’re very

confident in yourself.”

Shen Fanxing didn’t say anything else. Her cold gaze swept across Shen Qianrou before she pursed her lips sarcastically and left.

Feng Shuo watched Shen Fanxing leave with admiration in his eyes.

Shen Qianrou’s eyes darkened.

Shen Fanxing had been smug for too long.

She had the limelight everywhere.

Only when Shen Fanxing’s back view was getting further and further away did Feng Shuo retract his gaze. He looked at Shen Qianrou, who had an ugly expression, and

narrowed his eyes.

“Didn’t you misunderstand what happened back then? Tell me now, what misunderstanding did you have back then?”

Shen Qianrou’s expression changed and she didn’t know what to say.

“I… [just don’t want Master to hate Sister too much…”

“So, she really stole your formula back then?”

Feng Shuoguang’s eyes were filled with authority. Shen Qianrou looked up at Su Heng and saw his deep gaze.

She panicked and hurriedly retracted her gaze. “Master, how can I say that? She’s my sister after all…”

Feng Shuoguang glanced at her and frowned slightly.

“What’s there to doubt about Teacher Feng? Qianrou is your disciple since she was young. Don’t you know what kind of person she is?”

Jiang Rongrong’s voice suddenly sounded from the side. Michelle and Annali appeared with her.

Shen Qianrou heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Jiang Rongrong thankfully. “Grandma, are you alright?”

Jiang Rongrong waved her hand. “I’m not used to the environment. It’s nothing serious.”

Michelle stood beside Jiang Rongrong and looked at Shen Qianrou suspiciously.

Ever since the competition ended half a month ago and she saw Shen Qianrou’s work, she had an indescribable feeling towards her.

The mentality during the process of creating a work, as well as what kind of emotions and emotions one wanted to inject into it, would prompt the completion of a work.

n other words, emotions were the soul of a work. Without a soul, how could there be blood and flesh?

Even with her designs in recent years, others could tell from her work that she was anxious and impatient.

Qianrou’s work could be said to be perfect.

However, she had only given it the name “Chao Xue”?