"You know whether I made things out of nothing." Su Qianci glanced at her coldly.

When Tang Mengying touched her gaze, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

At that moment, something seemed to burst out from Su Qianci's eyes and penetrated her eyes.

This is hatred!

This hatred is so thick that the blood is cold into the bones.

However, when Tang Mengying looked at him again, she immediately disappeared without a trace.

It was like, just her illusion.

Is it an illusion?

Su Qianci suppressed the urge to bite her to death and said calmly: "Master Ai of Lao Kangcheng Cheongsam is an Arabian, whose name is Happiness. Therefore, every time he finishes his clothes, he will drop his logo on the collar, which is a string of Arabic, meaning happiness."

"I just know how to brag! Do you still understand Arabic?" Mrs. Tang looked disdainful.

"You can tell if you brag or not." Su Qianci turned over the collar.

When Mrs. Tang saw the black character on it, she blurted out: "This is just ordinary embroidery. How do you prove that this is Arabic?"

Su Qianci had expected it and shouted: "Auntie Six."

Aunt Six of the servant was stunned by Su Qianci's calmness. She was caught off guard and was called out like this. She immediately responded to her senses: "Hey!"

"Can you help me call Li Sicheng out?" As he said that, he looked at Li's mother, "You may not believe me, but you will never believe your son, right? He knows eight languages, and maybe there is Arabic among them. Let him see if it is."

Mrs. Tang was a little panicked and shouted sharply: "What do you mean? Do you think we Mengying is lying to others?"

Su Qianci sneered, "I don't know if it's a lie, but this is definitely the master's embroidery method."

"Forget it, mom." Tang Mengying said, "Qianci, it's not a big deal. Why do you have to be so aggressive? If you say yes, that's it."

"No," Su Qianci's heart trembled with hatred, "It's not a big deal for you, but your mother's words just now are really hurtful."

Tang Mengying lost her voice and looked at Mrs. Tang with some anger.

Everyone heard what just now, which was indeed very excessive.

No one thinks that something is wrong with Su Qianci now, even Li's mother feels a little angry.

No matter how unfavorable she is, she is still her daughter-in-law. She is pointed at her nose and scolded her for being humble, and she can't stand her face.

"If it proves 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? Are you afraid that I will expose your lies, right?"

Mrs. Tang's face was extremely difficult to see. If she insisted on not letting Aunt Liu call Li Sicheng, wouldn't she admit that she was lying to others?

In this way, not only her reputation, but also the Tang family and Tang Mengying's reputation are not very good!

But what if Li Sicheng was alarmed and he recognized that this was really Arabic happiness?

Wait, Su Qianci just now seemed to say that Li Sicheng knew the eight languages, but it did not necessarily contain Arabic, right?

Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth and shouted sharply: "Nobody is talking, who's afraid!"
Chapter completed!