Lin Yuan smiled slightly, responding with neither humility nor arrogance, "Miss overestimates me. I am not a young lady of privilege; just a simple village girl. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so brazen as to venture outside and conduct business."
Su Qiuyu had not expected this little village girl to so readily admit her identity, and for a moment, she was somewhat taken aback.
Lin Yuan lowered her gaze with a shallow smile, thinking they were hardly a match for her in a verbal spar — they clearly hadn't seen who she had grown up arguing with.
After all, it is only polite to reciprocate. Since you asked about my identity, how can I not inquire about yours?
"Then, which family's young lady might this miss be?"
Before Su Qiuyu could speak, Yaner beside her jumped in first, casting a disdainful glance at her and proudly said, "My Miss is..."
"Status and all that is just an empty title, not worth mentioning," Su Qiuyu interrupted Yaner, nodding lightly and said, "My surname is Su."
