Leng Yichen misunderstood that she plagiarized Su Ninglu's ideas?
Shu Qiqi felt somewhat amused: This man actually thought this way about her.
"You're mistaken, it's not what you think."
"The evidence is conclusive. Do you still want to argue? If it weren't for Ninglu presenting her work first, wouldn't you have succeeded?"
Shu Qiqi felt a sharp pain in her chest and struggled to breathe: "Since you've already drawn your conclusion, why bother asking me? I said I would prove my abilities, and I certainly will."
"Ha... by copying? Shu Qiqi, you're not only shameless, you're despicable. I truly misjudged you."
Leng Yichen stepped over the scattered papers on the floor and turned to leave.
Watching his retreating figure, Shu Qiqi felt a sourness in her nose.
It turned out that in his heart, she was so worthless.
She sniffled, unwilling to dwell on the matter. Bending down, she picked up the papers one by one and threw them into the shredder nearby.