"Are you a 34B?"
Su Qiao cried out in surprise.
"No way. I thought you were a 32A."
"If no one looks closely, you really can't tell. If you cut your hair short and dressed a little more androgynously, people would probably think you were a guy."
"..." Su Xinran was so angry she wanted to curse.
If not for her upbringing, and if she hadn't cultivated the image of an intellectual woman, she really would have poked Su Qiao, that idiot, in the forehead and taught her how to speak properly.
As if she couldn't see that Su Xinran was about to explode with anger, Su Qiao kindly suggested, "Why don't you get breast implants? You're really too flat. You don't have even the slightest feminine feature."
Su Xinran clenched her fists and ground her back teeth together, barely managing not to start cursing her out.
But her expression had already turned extremely ugly.
"We're talking about your graduation thesis."
Su Qiao looked completely innocent. "What about my graduation thesis? I've already finished it and handed it in. My advisor even gave me an A and recommended me to Professor Elder Yan."
"Once the new semester starts, I'll begin my graduate studies and follow Elder Yan into his laboratory."
"What?"
Su Xinran shot to her feet and stared at Su Qiao in disbelief. "Are you talking about the Elder Yan who retired from the research institute last year?"
Su Qiao calmly raised her brows. "If it isn't him, who else could deserve the title of Elder Yan? Who else could have his own research laboratory?"
"You... when did you..."
Su Xinran really couldn't continue.
An idiot—a fat, eccentric idiot she had never taken seriously—had actually managed to get close to someone as influential as Elder Yan so effortlessly. How