"They say I have no manners," Pei Qin turned her head to size up the skinny scholar with a face full of freckles. She glanced at Pei Wenli and asked, "We haven't met before, have we?"
The scholar thought she was taking stock of him and trying to strike up a conversation, and hummed in disdain.
"Since we haven't met and you don't know me, where did you hear that I have no manners?!" Pei Qin asked again, with good temper.
The scholar replied without changing his expression, "When the eldest brother greeted you, you didn't even bother to respond—is that what you call manners?"
Pei Wenli stepped forward to mediate, "Brother Shi Qian, my little sister is just straightforward by nature." Then to Pei Qin, he said, "Sister Daya, Brother Shi Qian is also forthright and he is in a bad mood today. Let's not be too bothered by it."
The other two scholars looked on from the side with cold eyes, their expressions full of scorn for Pei Qin.
