"You idiot, I told you to read more, but I didn't mean those pretentious novels."
Lu Liang's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his chest heaving. He could guarantee that three years ago, Fang Shiyu couldn't have said something like this; it showed he had secretly learned it himself.
Over the years, taking him around the world, they've met countless tycoons on the rich list, and even a few heads of state. Rather than becoming more confident, he seemed to have grown even more insecure.
Humiliation, this was definitely humiliation.
Lu Liang calmed himself down, and with sincere effort, he said, "Look, I'm just a college grad, but your Sister Yu and Sister Chuting, didn't they all graduate from top universities? When they took their college entrance exams, they were at least ranked second or third in the city, if not in the top ten."
