Looking at Shi Mei sobbing in her grievance, Bai Yuejie took the opportunity to say, "Do you know why she has won the favor of Grandma Shi and Brother Ling Yan?"
Shi Mei sniffed, "Why?"
"Because Tang Wu can play the zither, which you cannot, Tang Wu can dance, which you cannot, so you are not, Tang Wu is."
Shi Mei wept even more pitifully, grabbing Bai Yuejie's sleeve and crying out, "I am, Tang Wu is not!"
There was much profound meaning in Bai Yuejie's smile.
In front of such a foolish girl, Bai Yuejie had no need to hide her emotions.
She sized her up from head to toe without concealing her pickiness and disdain.
"You can also make them like you very much," Bai Yuejie said gently, taking her hand, "Tang Wu really isn't anything special."
Shi Mei sniffed and hiccupped.
Bai Yuejie said, "This Tang Wu, she's just using her family background to be domineering. If her father wasn't Tang Huai Zhang, and her grandfather wasn't Tang He, she would be nothing."
