Alizee didn't doubt Yang Yan's words at all.
With their aura, they are definitely not from an ordinary family or a nouveau riche upbringing.
"Oh? That's strange then. My brother and I just arrived here. How come you know I'm so talented?"
Yang Yan asked with a smile.
Alizee propped her chin with her hand, smiling, her eyes never leaving Yang Yan's face:
"Naturally, I calculated it. In Huaxia terms, I'm a Divine Calculator."
Yang Yan's smile grew even brighter:
"Oh! So you're a Divine Calculator. I'm honored, I'm honored."
Saying this, he picked up his glass and drank it all, then showed the empty glass bottom to Alizee.
Alizee giggled.
She knew this was certainly an Eastern etiquette.
Not only did she not feel displeased, but even more drawn to Yang Yan's humor and straightforwardness.
Speaking of which, Yang Yan and Ao Tian also found it hard to understand how this woman, barely twenty, could have such high authority in the Manhattan laboratory.
