That much of a difference?
Zhan Nanqing pursed her lips in response to Zhan Yuanshan's raging anger. She didn't dare to act rashly, but she thought what her grandfather said was way, way, way too exaggerated!
She admitted that Qiao Jing was very outstanding, but she and her mother were no slouches either! They were both high-profile socialites, cultivated from a young age in the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—surely they two combined and multiplied by a hundred couldn't be less than Qiao Jing, could they?
While Zhan Nanqing was silently scoffing at these thoughts, Zhan Yuanshan "hmphed" and said, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You don't agree with what I said, right? If it weren't for an agreement I had with Jing Girl, I'd reveal it and scare you to death!"
Now Zhan Nanqing dared not to purse her lips, only muttering in her heart: Just keep bragging, I don't believe it at all.
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