"It doesn't matter if you don't capture the best effect," Lu Shifeng said, "as long as you achieve the effect the deceased photographer wanted."
Su Xingyu sneered twice, "Achieve the effect the photographer wanted? Do you know what effect he wanted, did he write a manual before he died or something? Regarding his death, the only information the outside world got was 'the exposure time was longer than expected,' without specifying what his expected exposure time was, or what the actual exposure time was! In other words, it's far from enough for us to take beautiful photos this time. We must capture the 'best'! The 'extreme'! Only then can we stop the public's mouth! Do you know what the concept of extreme is? It's something Zhuang Heng cannot achieve!"
She spoke a long string of words in one breath, aggressively.
Everyone around was silent, listening to her scolding Lu Shifeng as if she was reproaching a grandchild.
