"I didn't, I really didn't!" Sheng Qingxue listened as everyone pointed fingers and shook her head repeatedly.
But no matter how she explained, it was useless; they had all sided with Luo Yanxi.
Just then, Beitang grabbed her shoulder, making her look at him, "Calm down, Qingxue, I believe you!"
Qingxue looked at Beitang incredulously, a look of disbelief in her eyes.
Beitang spoke, turning to Luo Yanxi, "You say it's your own composition, what proof do you have?"
"What more proof is needed? If she hadn't plagiarized me, how could it be identical to my score?" Luo Yanxi said.
Beitang snatched the music score from Luo Yanxi's hand and tore—
The score split into two.
Next, he tore the score into pieces and threw them out the window.
The crowd was in shock!
Only Beitang spoke calmly, "Since it's your composition, you should remember what you wrote, right?"
Luo Yanxi looked at Beitang in disbelief. Was this man crazy?!!!
"You—"
