"Miss Rong, how can you curse in such a setting?" The reporter was angry.
"Such a setting? What kind of setting?" Rong Qingqing retorted.
"Your own engagement party," the reporter replied.
"You do know this is my own engagement party? Then what kind of questions are you asking at my engagement party? You get upset when I call you a pig? Even pigs feel wronged!"
Rong Qingqing sneered, "If your brain doesn't work well, don't go around causing trouble. Jixing Fuwa's sales figures are falsified? Where did you hear that? Is your brain used for thinking or for decoration?"
"If your brain was even a little bit useful for thinking, you wouldn't be asking such questions in this setting! Faking Jixing's sales data, for what? To make no profit and pay more taxes? A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately, you don't have one!"
