"What did you say?" Gu Xixi's face changed, she dared to say she felt inferior, "On what grounds do you say I'm inferior? I come from a prestigious family, am a well-known pianist in New York, and top information officer at Beacon Group, a double PhD from MIT; how can you say I'm inferior? Before calling me inferior, just look at yourselves, you're not even fit to lace my shoes."
"Your credentials must have been bought," Xu Ai said mercilessly, piercing through her facade, "A twentysomething with double PhD degrees, also a pianist, yet with such an inexperienced, aggressive, and mean appearance. Apart from buying degrees, I can't think of any other explanation."
"You..."
