"You know whether I made it up or not." Su Qianci glanced at her coldly.
When Tang Mengying felt her gaze, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
At that moment, it seemed as if something burst out from Su Qianci's eyes and pierced straight through her eyes.
This is hatred!
Such hatred is so strong that it penetrates into the blood and chills into the bones.
However, when Tang Mengying looked again, it disappeared without a trace.
It was as if what happened just now was just her illusion.
Is it an illusion
Su Qianci suppressed the urge to bite her to death and said calmly, "Master Ai of Old Kangcheng Cheongsam, his wife is an Arab, named Happiness, so every time he finishes making clothes, he will leave his logo on the collar, which is a string of Arabic words, meaning happiness."
"You just know how to brag! Do you even know Arabic?" Mrs. Tang said with disdain.
"Whether I am bragging or not, you will know after you take a look." Su Qianci turned up the collar.
Mrs. Tang saw the black characters on it and blurted out: "This is just ordinary embroidery. How do you prove that it is Arabic?"
Su Qianci had expected this and called out, "Sixth Aunt."
The servant Sixth Aunt was stunned by Su Qianci's calmness. She was caught off guard by the call and immediately came to her senses and responded, "Hey!"
"Can you please call Li Sicheng out for me?" He looked at Li's mother and said, "You may not believe me, but you can trust your son, right? He can speak eight languages, maybe Arabic among them. Let him take a look and we'll know for sure."
Mrs. Tang panicked and screamed, "What do you mean? Do you think our Mengying is lying?"
Su Qianci sneered, "I don't know if it's a lie, but this is definitely Master ****'s embroidery method."
"Forget it, Mom." Tang Mengying said, "Qian Ci, it's not a big deal, why are you so aggressive? If you say it is, then it is."
"No," Su Qianci's heart trembled with hatred, "It's not a big deal for you, but what your mother said just now is really hurtful."
Tang Mengying fell silent and looked at Mrs. Tang with some anger.
Everyone heard what was said just now, and it was indeed excessive.
No one thought that there was anything wrong with Su Qianci now, even Mother Li felt a little angry.
No matter how much she disliked her, she was still her daughter-in-law. She couldn't bear it if someone pointed at her and called her cheap.
"If it is proven that what I said is right, then Mrs. Tang, you have to apologize to me," Su Qianci said.
Mrs. Tang looked dissatisfied, "Why?"
"You don't dare, do you? You're afraid that I'll expose your lies, right?"
Mrs. Tang's face looked extremely ugly. If she insisted on not letting Sixth Aunt to call Li Sicheng, wouldn't that be a disguised admission that she was lying
In this way, not only her reputation, but also the reputation of the Tang family and Tang Mengying will be bad!
But what if Li Sicheng is alarmed and he recognizes that this is really happiness in Arabic
Wait, Su Qianci just said that Li Sicheng can speak eight languages, but Arabic is not necessarily one of them, right
Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth and shouted sharply: “Nonsense, who is afraid!”
"Then go and call him," Li's mother finally said, "Call him out to argue so that you can give up."
(End of this chapter)