"My Tang family may be in Gusu, but Gusu doesn't bear the Tang surname, unlike the Cui family in Qinghe," Tang Buqi leaned against a maid in the carriage, sipping wine leisurely as he introduced Gusu to Zhao Changhe, "Our Tang family isn't a top-tier aristocratic family like the Cui family; we can't compare. I suggest you keep an eye on Cui Yuanyang, ah, and forget about the others."
Zhao Changhe, propped against the wall of the carriage, felt speechless. One leaned on a maid, and the other on the wall, each already in a bad mood, and this conversation only made his head hurt more. "If you're introducing Gusu, then why bring up the Cui family?"
"It makes an intuitive comparison for you, doesn't it?" Tang Buqi replied rather comfortably.
"I don't need your comparisons to know. Everyone has heard of Qinghe Cui, but who has heard of Tang from Gusu? You actually seem quite proud of being a mere chicken," retorted Zhao Changhe.
