"Don't you want to say something, sweetheart?" Yan Hanxiang looked at He Qingyan, "Mom believes you have the true charm, unmatched by anyone."
"There's nothing to say." He Qingyan walked to her room as she spoke, "Su Qing and I are different, she seeks victory in arguments, while I seek victory itself; we're not on the same path."
After saying that last sentence, she closed her bedroom door.
"What does that mean?" Yan Hanxiang asked Zhuang Jing, Su Qing, and Gu Ran.
She herself was laughing and knew what it meant.
"Has the washing machine not been delivered yet?" Su Qing changed the subject.
"It has," Gu Ran had already seen it.
"The guy delivering the washing machine saw Jingjing and was so dazzled that he accidentally bumped your washing machine against the doorframe," Yan Hanxiang laughed.
She was being modest.
Zhuang Jing's beauty naturally made people infatuated, yet for the shock of a first impression, Yan Hanxiang was even more striking.
