Tang Shunyan found the best brush in the kitchen, which was merely the start-up funds a wealthy family would give to their child for successful painting and calligraphy.
Of course, it was not the best brush on the market, nor was it one used by professionals.
"Qing, don't be afraid, you're the strongest!"
At this moment, the sisters of the Ye family spoke one by one to Ye Shiqi, offering words of comfort.
"Scared? It's not too late to give up now!"
Meng Zhaojun continued to be relentless.
The sisters of the Ye family glared at Meng Zhaojun, their eyes speaking louder than words.
Ye Shiqi, faced with Meng Zhaojun's picky comments, showed a look of disdain. If words could kill a person, make someone lose confidence, or the will to live, she was definitely not that person.
No matter how brilliantly Meng Zhaojun smiled at the moment, she would soon lose face. What was the use of gaining the upper hand with words? Practical actions were the true measure of one's strength.
