"That song draft was just something Su Qiao doodled on a whim. Bai Zhilan, that shameless woman, stole it and treated it like a treasure. How ridiculous—and then she turned around and slandered Su Qiao."
"Su Qiao sings so beautifully, and her songs are so good. There was no reason for her to lower herself by taking someone else's song."
"Quick, look! Su Qiao posted several photos on her W-Blog."
"A mailing receipt? From more than a week ago? What does this mean? Someone who understands, explain it."
"I know. I'm a law student. Our laws clearly state that express-mail receipts and faxes can be used as legal evidence."
"Long ago, to prevent others from plagiarizing their work, many people would send a copy of their drafts by express mail or fax to themselves or their relatives and friends as soon as they finished their work."
"After the package arrived, they wouldn't open it. This method protected their rights."
"So that's how it is? Then Su Qiao was truly wronged. She's even terminated her contract with the company now."
"Looks like we all wrongly blamed Su Qiao. The most despicable one is that disgusting Bai Zhilan. She actually deceived everyone."
At the recording studio, Bai Zhilan quickly regained her composure after her momentary panic.
"Hmph, what does this prove? I wrote that more than a month ago, and then it disappeared. Maybe certain people stole it?"
Su Qiao laughed again.
That woman was so stupid that she had laughed.
"Bai Zhilan, have you forgotten?"
"Last time, you said that you had written the song that very day, and hadn't even finished the score. What happened? The situation changed, so you changed your story too?"
"What a pity. When you had someone post the video online, you also posted your earlier