Lan Ruoyue stared blankly at Jiang Shuyue, like a stone.
Jiang Shuyue hid behind her two older brothers, with only her little head peeking out, and blinked innocently. "The ground has dirt tracked in on people's shoes, rotten leaves, and maybe even dog pee. It's filthy!"
"And with so many people watching, if I kneel to a donkey, anyone who doesn't know what's going on will think I've lost my mind."
"Miss Lan, you shouldn't kneel either. That white gauze dress of yours looks expensive. What a shame it would be to ruin it."
Lan Ruoyue continued staring at Jiang Shuyue like a stone, as though her brain couldn't keep up. Only the occasional twitch of an eyelid or one corner of her mouth proved she wasn't a still image.
Jiang Shuyue: [Huahua, look at her twitching. Is she having muscle spasms?]
Huahua: [I've never had them, but according to big data analysis, those should qualify as muscle spasms under the physiological definition.]
Jiang Shuyue tilted her head. [She's so strange. So young, yet neither her brain nor her body works properly. What is she going to do?]
Hearing that, Jiang Chen nearly laughed aloud.
Lin Shuangshuang shot him a sidelong glance and hurriedly reached behind him to pinch his back.
Halfway through his laugh, Jiang Chen's smile was forcibly fitted with a mask of pain.
Jiang Shuyue: [My brother's smile looks so twisted, like he's eaten poop...]
Jiang Chen: Thanks a lot. That's never happening in this lifetime!
Lan Ruoyue's system was already close to dying of anger.
No longer caring about their cold war, it began shouting inside her head. *[I told you not to provoke her! Can't you see how many eyes are watching? I don't care if you lose face, but you've lost your Fortune Value