In the bedroom, the conversation continued.
"How am I inferior to you?" Ying Yuexuan said, "My achievements in painting and calligraphy are not as good as my sister's; I can't even set foot in the Hua Country Calligrapher Association."
Zhong Manhua didn't feel comforted at all.
Her voice was almost resentful, "Aside from that, what else do I have? Yes, there's the piano. The concert was indeed excellent, I played Vera Hall's compositions."
"But these are things that socialites should know. She learned them but didn't tell me. You let her study and engage in scientific research like you, would she do it? Has she ever listened to what I say?"
Under normal circumstances, Ying Zijin having these skills would have pleased her immensely, and she would have been proud.
But before she could enjoy this glory, Ying Zijin announced she wanted to sever ties with them, leaving her with no place to put her face.