"Which university are you from, little girl? Strutting around here, have you even passed the CET-4 or CET-6? What's your IELTS score?"
Zhang Yuyao had hardly said a few words when Wang Jie kept hitting back with one line after another, leaving her unable to respond.
Clenching her fists and biting down hard, she felt her teeth might shatter; at this point, Zhang Yuyao was so angry she was about to explode.
Zhao Long, standing by, could no longer bear to listen. His face turned ashen, he clenched his fists and charged straight at Wang Jie.
"Son of a bitch, are you so fucking shameless that you're asking for death?"
"I've never seen someone as arrogant as you. Do you believe I can dislocate your arm right now?"
"If it weren't for Yuyao being here, I'd have killed you already, you believe that?"
After saying this, Wang Jie couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh wow, so fierce, so impressive," he mocked.
"Come on, I can't wait to see what you can actually do."