Her daughter had been educated in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since she was young. To think she would lose to a foster daughter? That was utterly laughable.
Bai Chuwei chuckled and shook her head, "Bai Yinyin, don't you find it curious that Professor Zhao Guangming, head of the Calligraphy Department at Imperial Capital University, would leave behind thousands of students to fly from the Imperial Capital to Haicheng just to find you? I doubt even the national grand prize winner in calligraphy would receive such treatment."
Bai Chuwei put down her chopsticks, her smile brimming as she looked at her: "For a second-place calligraphy prize winner in the whole city of Haicheng like you to prompt Zhao Guangming to take action? Then why wouldn't he go directly to the first-place winner?"
Bai Yinyin was at a loss for words, staring at Bai Chuwei in shock.
Although she detested Bai Chuwei very, very much, she felt... there seemed to be some sense in what she said.
