Yang Ruxin watched with great interest and admiration; these young girls, every single one of them, had superb acting skills, easily switching between good and bad faces.
So, it is said that house battles are an academic discipline as well. She really feels inferior; if she were to cross into a grand mansion, she would likely end up as cannon fodder. Wielding a small hoe is still more suited to her.
"She's talking about you, isn't she?" Shen Jiayin walked to Yang Ruxin's side, not looking at her but at Peng Jing's back, with a faint smile on her face.
Yang Ruxin glanced at the other party: "Forgive my dullness, but I don't understand Miss Shen's meaning."
"Yang Ruxin, you're a smart person, why pretend to be stupid?" Shen Jiayin laughed and turned to look at Yang Ruxin, "Peng Jing has an issue with you, yet you let County Lord Caiyun, a child, stand up for you..." With that, she showed a disdainful expression.
