"You have to be cautious when making friends. A friend like her is not worth making." Jiang Pengji pointed at the young girl and continued, "If you're sensible, you should leave on your own. I don't like to embarrass a 15 or 16-year-old girl. It would make me look like a bad person."
The young girl bit her lip and tried to stop her molar teeth from shaking. She turned around and ran away, covering her face.
Wuniang had been confused from the start.
"Be careful. Not everyone is worth being friends with, nor can every topic be poured out to the other party."
Looking at Wuniang's outfit, Jiang Pengji frowned. "Are you Zhu Wuniang of Master Yuan Jing's family?" She had heard that Master Yuan Jing had a daughter, but she had never met her.
"How did you know?"
"I've seen your hairpin on your mother. You're called Wuniang, so I think you can only be the Master's daughter."