Clearly, Annie could speak Chinese as well; she just wasn't as fluent as her brother.
Xia Chuyi watched her hopping mad, her expression unchanged, very calmly saying, "Oh, so you wanted to hear it to your face?"
She gave Annie a cold glance and then continued, "As the host of a nation known for its cultural etiquette, we possess our own foundation and composure and certainly won't stoop to petty squabbles with some short-sighted individuals."
Xia Chuyi repeated what she had said earlier, slowly, in English.
After finishing, Xia Chuyi spoke even more deliberately, asking Annie without rush, "Ma'am, would you like to hear more?"
Annie could never have anticipated that Xia Chuyi would "insult" her to her face again.
"You, you…" Annie, pointing at her, was so angry she didn't know what to say.
Xia Chuyi didn't care whether she was angry or not and went on, "We, the people of Z country, scorn being petty and talking behind people's backs."
