Jian Qing looked at her calmly, as if she were looking at a clown making a fool of himself.
Did Chu Ruohan forget her brain when she left home today? Barking crazily early in the morning like a mad dog.
"Done talking?"
The calmer Jian Qing was, the angrier Chu Ruohan became, her words becoming increasingly unpleasant, "Huh, a bastard herself dreams of climbing up the social ladder, not even knowing her own status. Do you really consider yourself as the future daughter-in-law of the Quan family? You are daydreaming."
Jian Qing narrowed her eyes, glanced calmly at Chu Ruohan, "From the sound of your tone, are you suggesting that I should hurry up and get engaged to Xiaojing?"
Chu Ruohan choked, "You..."
"If you want to see Xiaojing proposing to me, I can grant this small wish of yours." Jian Qing curved the corner of her lips, spoke slowly and steadily.
