Su Chanjuan had never heard such pleasant words since she was young, and no one had ever praised her as more beautiful than that flower.
For a moment, her vanity was greatly satisfied. She found Su Xiuhe more pleasing to the eye than anyone else.
"You have a sweet mouth, much better than your sister. She's so clumsy with her words. She looks so pitiful all day long. I don't know who she's putting it on for!" Su Chanjuan said.
"Yes, yes, yes." Su Xiuhe hurriedly replied, " Who says so? She's just like that! " Even I can't stand her. What's the point of stabbing her with an awl!"
Hearing her words, Su Chanjuan found it very funny and burst out laughing.
Seeing her smile, Su Xiuhe understood Su Chanjuan's thoughts. This woman loved compliments. The more ridiculous the compliments, the happier she would be.
Moreover, she hated Su Lian. The more she scolded Su Lian, the happier she became.
