Andrea humbled her interlocutor with a hard stare, but she couldn't get the expected result. Seeing that insolent smirk of Neela's, who visibly felt like a winner in their next game, her wanted to light more than just a cigarette. - So you don't want to answer anymore? - I did. Your problem if you don't have the intelligence to understand. - It's your problem if you're so hard of hearing, Andrea. I said, why do you hate me?