"Yes, even lower than a prostitute," Xie Yuchen spoke mercilessly, "If not for the happiness of my brother, I wouldn't even bother with these trifles. I warn you, don't entertain any absurd fantasies. With your background, don't even think about climbing up to the Gu Family. You are not worthy!"
Zhang Miaoyan looked at Xie Yuchen defiantly and questioned, "What do you mean by my background?"
Xie Yuchen retreated a step back, leisurely smoothing his sleeves, flicking off invisible dust with his long fingers, and then clapped his hands, as if he had touched something dirty.
His actions provoked Zhang Miaoyan's nerves. She straightened her back and, with rising emotion, pressed on, "Tell me, what kind of background do I have?"
"Must I spell it out? You and us are not from the same world. Do you have any self-awareness at all?"
These words were hard for An Junxi to hear as well. She hadn't expected Xie Yuchen, normally so quiet, to be so harsh when insulting someone.
