"Whether I made something out of nothing, you know for yourself." Su Qianci glanced at her coldly.

Tang Mengying touched her gaze, and suddenly her heartbeat accelerated violently.

At that moment, it was as if something burst out of Su Qianci's eyes and penetrated straight through her eyes.

It's hatred!

This hatred is thick to the blood and cold to the bones.

However, when Tang Mengying fixed her eyes again, she immediately disappeared without a trace.

It's as if it was just her delusion.

Is it a delusion?

Su Qianci forcibly suppressed the urge to bite her to death, and said calmly: "Master Ai of the old Kangcheng cheongsam, his lover is an Arab, and his name is happiness, so every time he finishes making clothes, his logo will be dropped on the collar, which is a string of Arabic words, which means happiness." ”

"Just bragging! Do you still know Arabic? Mrs. Tang looked disdainful.

"Whether it's bragging, you can see if it's a look." Su Qianci flipped up the collar.

When Mrs. Tang saw the black characters on it, she blurted out: "This is just ordinary embroidery, how can you prove that this is Arabic?" ”

Su Qianci had expected it and shouted, "Sixth aunt." ”

The sixth aunt of the servant was stunned by Su Qianci's calmness, and was caught off guard by such a call, and immediately came back to her senses and responded: "Eh! ”

"Can you help me call Li Sicheng out?" said, looking at Li's mother, "You can not believe me, but you will not believe your son, right?" He knows eight Chinese, maybe Arabic is among them, let him see if it's it. ”

Mrs. Tang was a little panicked and shouted sharply: "What do you mean by this, do you think we Mengying are deceiving people?" ”

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

"Forget it, Mom." Tang Mengying spoke up, "Qianci, it's not a big deal, why do you have to be so aggressive, you say yes, that's it." ”

"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 lost her voice and looked at Mrs. Tang with some disgust.

Everyone heard what they just said, and it was really excessive.

No one thinks that there is anything wrong with Su Qianci now, even Mother Li feels a little angry.

No matter how much she doesn't like it, she is also her daughter-in-law, and she is pointed at her nose and scolded for being cheap, and she can't get over her face.

"If what I said proves to be right, then Mrs. Tang, you have to apologize to me." Su Qianci said.

Mrs. Tang looked dissatisfied, "Why? ”

"Don't you dare? You're afraid I'll expose your lies, aren't you? ”

Mrs. Tang's face was extremely difficult to see, if she insisted on not letting the sixth aunt call Li Sicheng, wouldn't it 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 is not very good!

But if Li Sicheng is alarmed, and he recognizes that this is really happiness in Arabic, what can he do?

Wait, just now Su Qianzi seems to say that Li Sicheng knows eight Chinese, but it does not necessarily contain Arabic, right?

Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth and shouted sharply: "Nonsense, who is afraid!" ”

"Then go and call," Mother Li finally spoke, "tell him to come out and argue, so that you can die." ”