Ji Ziyin seemed to have been slapped. She bit her lip and her eyes flickered. "CEO Lu, what do you mean?"
Lu Zhi could not be bothered to beat around the bush with her and said indifferently, "Ji Ziyin, everyone outside is bragging about how you're a once-in-a-century genius. But you're… not qualified to me."
Ji Ziyin's face turned pale.
"I've told your Patriarch this, and he tacitly agreed," Lu Zhi said coldly. "That's why I told you to put away your thoughts and not embarrass yourself.
"If you don't look for me, you can continue to swindle others with the title of a once-in-a-century genius. If you continue to look for me, I don't mind ruining your reputation in the independent continent."
Ji Ziyin gripped her cell phone tightly, her fingers exerting so much force that her knuckles turned white. "I never said that I was a once-in-a-century genius."
Lu Zhi did not listen to her explanation. He only asked her calmly, "Have you seen a genius?"
