Ye Chenfeng did not take Zhao Yuanyuan's rudeness to heart just now, as obtaining the Hundred-Year Ten-Leaf Grass was currently the most important matter to him. He nonchalantly said, "Generally speaking, older sisters tend to be more composed than younger ones, so based on this alone, it shouldn't be hard to guess which one of you is the older sister and which is the younger, right?"
There was a slight pause in his speech, and then Ye Chenfeng continued, "Moreover, I have seen a portrait of your sister in the square, so of course I can recognize her."
Feeling exasperated, Zhao Yuanyuan glared at Ye Chenfeng and said, "How dare you say I'm not composed? Besides, my sister and I look identical. What difference does it make if you've seen her portrait? You're clearly just guessing and trying to act all mysterious in front of us!"
