Zhuang Heng also smiled slightly, "Xingyu, it takes a few years of experience to take good animal photos."
The implication was clear; she was almost directly saying that Su Xingyu was just copying her ideas while pretending to be strong.
Usually, no matter how they bullied Su Xingyu, she didn't always take it to heart, but there was one thing she couldn't tolerate: photography. No one could insult her dignity as a photographer.
"The post-processing was done by me, without a cent's worth of advice from Zhuang Heng," her voice echoed in the office, clear with a hint of coldness, "Zhuang Heng, I don't understand why you keep hanging around me. Please stay away from me in the future so you don't claim my work as your own."
"How can you say that?"
"You're being too harsh on Miss Zhuang!"
"Exactly, Miss Zhuang meant well, yet you're biting the hand that feeds you!"
Accusations came pouring towards Su Xingyu.
