His words, stripped of their context, sounded just like Shen Yu's. Paired with his sorrowful tone, they made even Shen Jin give the man a strange look, wondering about his relationship with his bargain-bin older brother.
Shen Yu's eyes lit up at that. He casually patted the stone bench beside him and plopped down, looking eager to hear the gossip.
The words caught in the man's throat. Under the gaze of Shen Yu's wide, curious eyes, he forcibly swallowed his sadness and took a long while to compose himself before he began recounting his grievances.
"My name is Mo Zizhan. I graduated from Z City Arts University."
"My roommate and I studied fashion design. After graduating, we opened a studio together. Since my design concepts were more innovative, I handled the initial designs, and he handled marketing."
"The studio gradually started doing better. But as domestic design took off over the past few years, he suddenly decided to return to his old field. His inspiration was limited, though, and he couldn't produce any results. Then he suddenly refused to work with me anymore."
That alone wasn't a big deal. After all, a partnership didn't mean forever. But what Mo Zizhan said next left the boys indignant.
"He took all my drafts and designs, including every concept I came up with during four years of university and three years of work. He even put his own name on them and used them to make a name for himself in the industry."
Art and design required talent, but someone who could recognize and discover that talent was even more important. With his limited social skills, Mo Zizhan struggled bitterly without getting any response.
His friend had swept away everything he had built up over the years. Lost and in pain, Mo Zizhan