At 9 p.m., in the southern seaside affluent area of Boston, there lay a luxuriously large villa on an expansive property.
Lowering her head to look at the shiny-eyed Sweety in front of her, Luo An's eyebrows twitched.
He remembered Mr. Clement telling him earlier that people who joined this club either had wealth and status, or were exceptionally outstanding in certain fields.
But Sweety's manipulation of converting ten to thirteen made Luo An start to doubt the truth of Mr. Clement's words, so he asked:
"Sweety, how did you get into this club?"
"I am a graduate of the University of Massachusetts Amherst Branch."
Sweety chuckled proudly and said with her head held high:
"I have a Master's degree in Poetry Art, as well as a Master's degree in Food Science, and I am currently pursuing a PhD in Plant Physiology and Biochemistry."
"..."
Confirming through "emotion perception" that she was telling the truth, Luo An's eyes filled with surprise.
