Song Ruize looked at Yang Qi smugly, as if mocking his ignorance.
Yang Qi smiled faintly. "I can imagine the tactics you used—nothing more than opportunistic scheming. But do you really think someone like you can last?"
"Shut up! Who do you think you are, questioning President Song?" Song Ruize's secretary flared up again.
"It's fine. He's just jealous, that's all." Song Ruize waved his hand dismissively. "Let me tell you, Yang Qi, I reached this position through my own ability. Not like you, who's just coasting at the company because you know Ye Fei. Aren't you ashamed? The medical prodigy of yesteryear, now reduced to relying on handouts. Then again, you should be grateful you're not in prison. You ought to be thanking your lucky stars for even having a job."
