"Tsk. You wrote this?" Nathalie Quinlan smirked, the curve of her lips both wicked and arrogant.
Ghania Quinlan felt uneasy at her laugh, but at this moment she was cornered with no way out. Even though Nathalie Quinlan's laugh nearly drove her to explosion, she could only stand her ground and insist without backing down: "Yes, I wrote that piece."
"Nathalie, you should remember quite clearly, the piece was originally mine. I simply asked for your opinion and made some changes. It's my composition," she reminded her 'kindly'.
The girl didn't waste words with her. In front of Master Steven, she walked to the bedside table, bent down to pick up a pen and paper, and tossed them onto the hospital bed. Her eyebrows were raised in arrogance, putting it bluntly: "Since you wrote it, come on, write another one."
Ghania Quinlan: "..."