Yuan He flung her sleeve. "Do you have any idea what you are talking about?"
"So I'll take that as a no? Well, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but I thought you had more guts than this," Fu Zhi said, taunting Yuan He.
Yuan He was now standing about one meter away from Fu Zhi. Mia and her group had left long ago, but her colleagues were watching her in front of the screen.
"Who said I don't have the guts?" Yuan He replied, gritting her teeth. There was no way she would allow a girl younger than her to taunt her like that. Lifting her chin in a haughty manner, she said, "Since you have a death wish, I'll make it happen for you. If you really can win without relying on Gu Yan or Mia, then I will ask my people to resign from the Physics Association!"
