Wang Biao chimed in, "I doubt you've ever been in such a wretched place, Miss Gu. After all, you're rolling in money. Own a whole courtyard home in the capital, don't you?"
"How does a moneybags like you end up falling so low?"
Then, Zhai Mi and Wang Biao both roared with wild laughter.
In truth, they reveled in this feeling—the sensation of crushing someone who was a big shot in Beijing City under their heel.
"You know, Miss Gu? Zhai Mi and I never even went to college. We stopped right after high school, and look at us now—we've made it to the top in Rui City. What good is an education?"
"Look at you. So what if you're a brilliant appraiser? So what if you married a great husband? In the end, you still wound up here, completely at my mercy."
"..."
For all his blustering, Gu Shengsheng hadn't heard a word. She was already walking over to the cellar and climbing down the ladder on her own accord.
