Jiang Nanxi glanced at Xiao Ming, didn't make a sound, but her expression clearly conveyed disbelief.
"Don't be resentful, I haven't intentionally suppressed you," Xiao Ming said. "The real elite aren't those nouveau riche out there, they might produce hedonists, but never failures.
Jiang Yueli, as the legitimate heir of the senior branch of the Jiang Family, has received an elite education and world-class exposure since childhood.
But you? What about you?
All your schemes, even your personality, have come from an old maid and a nun who has long resided deep in the mountains. Being inherently inferior, it's only normal for you to not compare with others."
Jiang Nanxi lifted her face, "Regarding my affairs, not many in the Jiang Family even know about them, so why does Mr. Xiao know so clearly?"
"That's why I'm Mr. Xiao, and you can only be a good baby."
