Dou Qingyan had never had anyone talk to her like that. After a long moment of surprised silence, she frowned and said, "What are you talking about? What's all this about congenital intellectual disability?"
"Congenital intellectual disability is the medical term for what is commonly known as mental retardation." Gu Nianzhi's eyes blazed with anger. There was a fire burning inside her, and she had to clench her fists to keep from punching Dou Qingyan in the face. Her voice was as icy as a frozen lake when she added: "Mentally retarded—do you get it now?"
"Never heard of it." Dou Qingyan's frown deepened. She shook her head. "Forget it, you're too young to understand what I'm talking about, anyway."
"Why wouldn't I understand?" Gu Nianzhi extended her hand to Dou Qingyan. "Give me your phone. I want to ask you something."
