"As expected, Grandfather knows the most." Fang Xinxin sincerely admired Grandfather Bai's vast knowledge. Just like the teachings from these words, she also hoped to achieve more while she was young and to prevent herself from regretting much later. Thus, she had been working especially hard during the past two years.
"Miss Fang's Qin Script is much better than mine." Bai Jingrou understood when it was best to back off. "I admit my defeat."
"There's no such thing as defeat to talk about here." Fang Xinxin had also practiced these words in secret. Her goal was identical to Bai Jingrou's, to win Bai Chongshan's acknowledgement.
Huang Zhishu did not expect that the daughter who always made her proud would lose at this moment. Her expression turned poor for a second before she quickly looked towards Fang Xinxin in 'admiration'. "As expected of the woman Qinghao has taken a liking to."
