He opened his mouth to retaliate but was at a loss for words; it was as if his thoughts were no longer his own.
Instead, what came out was,
"Oh, that's rich coming from someone who couldn't act her way out of a paper bag! You've been riding on everyone's coattails for so long, you probably forgot how to walk on your own."
The crowd gasped, and a ripple of laughter broke out among the onlookers. Zhan Yibao's eyes widened in horror at his own words, but he couldn't stop.
"And that 'elegant figure' you're so proud of? It's bought and paid for, sweetheart! I've seen more natural curves on a parking cone!"
Vivian's jaw dropped, her face turning beet red.
She shot back,
"Oh, please, Zhan! You're one to talk about coattails when you've been living off your family's money like some glorified man-child!
Your idea of hard work is pretending to know what you're doing when you're too busy throwing tantrums over parking spots!"