"I'm despicable?" Shen Chaoxi laughed angrily, "Shen Yueyue, that word should be exclusively used by you and your mom! What's the matter? Want to take it off your own head and give it to someone else? This isn't a hat that you can just wear or take off whenever you want, is it?"
"You!" Shen Yueyue extended her hand, thought of something, and put it down, then sneered, "Shen Chaoxi, have you thought this through? It's only because you wrote some lousy book that you now have a say, since money talks. I might have my lines cut today, but tomorrow your novel could be suppressed and the plot changed by others. Let's see what you'll do then?"
Shen Chaoxi understood the threat in those words and believed that the person in front of her would use the capital backing her to set her up and embarrass her.
Shen Chaoxi was momentarily speechless, which, in Shen Yueyue's eyes, seemed like a victory for her words.