Through the archway, Zhuang Min emerged from within, her already beautiful face tinged with a blush.
"Mom, what kind of flowers and plants are you tending to, that even your ruqun is creased like this?"
Seeing her mother come out, Jiang Qing curiously stared at the creases on her mother's ruqun, "Mom, your skirt has green stains on it."
"Really, I hadn't noticed."
Zhuang Min looked at the green leaf juice on her skirt and gave her husband a reproachful glance, causing Jiang Duanchao, for once, to blush.
"Pei Qingming, who is called the greatest genius since the founding of the country by Liang, your father was just called the greatest genius of the younger generation in Jiangnan Dao back then, there's quite a difference."
Upon hearing her mother's words, Jiang Qing's attention was indeed diverted. Her red sandalwood lips parted slightly, revealing white teeth as she murmured, "Lin Chen is that amazing?"
