She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Yes, I am not as smart, pretty, and considerate as Miss Yan, and my character is as pure as a white lotus in a pond."

Manshu didn't mind using these words on Yan Siyu at all.

Old Master Yan didn't know that Bai Lian was cursing, and he thought that Manshu was a humble girl.

Yan Siyu almost bit her teeth when she heard this description again.

"I think Manshu is not bad, just like my Siyu, they are both good kids." Grandpa Yan didn't notice that his granddaughter looked bad at all, and praised her with a smile.

It was Ming Huazhang who saw through the wit between the two at a glance.

He glanced at the two of them with an ambiguous look, and said to his old friend, "I think these two children really look alike. If you don't know them, you might think they are twin sisters."

Manshu & Yan Siyu: Who are you disgusted by this?

"It would be great if Siyu really had a brother or sister. I'm half buried in the ground, and I'm afraid that the child will be lonely in the future. And Azhan is a cold-hearted guy." Old Master Yan also sighed.

It would be great if these two girls had similar personalities and could get along well.

Sadly, they don't seem to get along very well.

He was worried about his adopted son and his granddaughter.

The adopted son is now 25 years old, but he has not yet blossomed. I don’t know when he will finally wake up.

Now he finally has a little girl who catches his eye, but she is too young. It would not look good if it got out that she is a classmate of his granddaughter.

It is impossible to say that the old man has no selfish motives at all.

He hoped that Yan Zhan would find a wife in the future who could warm his heart and make him less cold-hearted.

When I go there later, Siyu will be well taken care of.

However, he also knew that his children and grandchildren had their own blessings, and he could not control Yan Zhan.

"I just heard the curator say that he wanted to give a gift to Yan Manshu. I wonder if I have the honor to do so?" Yan Siyu didn't want to hear others compare her with Manshu.

In her opinion, a country girl like Manshu was not even worthy of carrying her shoes.

Director He immediately reacted and said with a smile: "Of course there is."

The souvenirs are not expensive, but they are exquisite and beautiful enough.

This is enough to satisfy those who complain that the tickets are expensive.

"Then do I need to leave my name and address as well?" Yan Siyu glanced at Manshu.

She heard everything just now. The curator thought Manshu was the daughter of the Yan family and told her not to leave her address and to send the things directly to Yan's house.

"No need. Miss Yan's gift will be delivered to your house." Director He thought that since there was a misunderstanding just now, he would have to prepare another gift for Miss Yan.

Yan Siyu thanked him with a smile and glanced at Manshu.

That full sense of superiority made Manshu turn his face away speechlessly.

When she turned away, she saw a foreigner next to her, staring at the phoenix crown while talking on the phone. He was wearing a black suit with a flower pinned to his jacket pocket.

"wow! it is so beautiful..."

She learned English well in her previous life, and the Yan family later hired a tutor to help her improve her English.

She heard that the foreigner not only praised the beauty of the Phoenix Coronet, but also mentioned its value.

Unique and worth more than the crown of the Queen of Eagle Country?

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that this foreigner was coveting the phoenix crown in both his words and deeds.

Moreover, his hands kept fiddling with the flower pinned to his suit pocket.

This isn't a party, and it's weird enough to have a flower on your suit, but why is he fiddling with it all the time?

Could it be that you want to be pretentious but you're not used to it?