Zhao Rong'er was still full of confidence and pulled out another card: "Next, flocinaucinihilipilification!"
She couldn't even pronounce the word in full, it was too long and difficult to say.
Chen Yuan stamped her foot anxiously, "This is not business English at all! You're clearly trying to make things difficult for Shen Mu!"
Zhao Rong'er looked at Shen Mu with a smile, "Translate it, if you can't, then..."
"Cheap." Shen Mu supported her chin and sneered.
Zhao Rong'er's words stuck in her throat, "You...how could you..."
Shen Mu crossed her legs and smirked, "Go on, I'm waiting for your trump card!"
"Pulveratricious?"
"Dusty."
"Phenakisim?"
"Fraud."
No matter how long and complicated the words Zhao Rong'er came up with, Shen Mu could easily glance at them and give the correct answer.
It was as if those complex and headache-inducing vocabulary words were an innate instinct for Shen Mu, she didn't need to think, she could just blurt out the answer.
