"Let me warn you: don't embarrass yourselves on the show." Cheng Yu leaned back, tilted his head up, crossed one leg over the other, and calmly reminded them, "For the sake of your own financial future. No fashion magazine or fashion brand would allow a celebrity wearing knockoffs onto its cover or to endorse its products."
Looking at the flushed boy, Cheng Yu tilted his head. "If you want to learn, then learn more."
The entire staff cafeteria fell silent. Feeling the scrutinizing looks drifting over from all around, Zhao Ji's face reddened with anger as he stepped in front of Liang Miao. "What right do you have to look down on Liang Miao? Isn't it just because your family has some damn money? Liang Miao studies so well. If his family weren't poor, he would've gotten into college long ago. Would he be here as a trainee, getting humiliated by you?"
Cheng Yu sneered. Though seated, his presence bore down on them completely. "First, you need to understand the difference between being humiliated by someone else and making fools of yourselves."
"You—" Unable to argue with Cheng Yu, Zhao Ji rolled up his sleeves and tried to charge forward.
Zhu Jianxin swiftly stopped him. "What do you think you're doing?"
Zhao Ji looked at Zhu Jianxin resentfully. "Brother Zhu, he humiliated us first."
"Didn't you two also plagiarize the looks Cheng Yu designed for Ling Yi and Qing Chen?" Zhu Jianxin scolded sternly. "Cheng Yu isn't even holding it against you, and you two are still carrying on?"
Zhao Ji's face turned red. Zhu Jianxin's retort left him speechless. Liang Miao's face was red from holding it in; without saying a word, he left with tears in his eyes. Zhao Ji immediately followed him.
Zhu Jianxin shook his head.