"We are all equal individuals, who should respect each other from birth, that's basic manners."
Miao Jingjing listened with disdain to the girl's words, "So according to you, everyone's equal, huh?"
The girl nodded, feeling even more dizzy.
Miao Jingjing didn't notice her discomfort, and instead snorted coldly, "You talk about equality because you're incapable of being unequal."
"I don't believe that, given the ability, you wouldn't recklessly abuse that power."
Miao Jingjing projected her own beliefs onto the girl, thinking that if the girl were like her, a second-generation official, she would be even more arrogant than herself; she considered herself to be quite reasonable.
With that thought, she felt even more contempt for the girl.
The girl didn't quite understand her emotions and looked puzzled, "What you're saying is nothing more than your subjective opinion."
