"Look at her, and then at the Lin Family, they've nothing worthwhile, just a proclivity for shrieking insults. She's nothing but low-born trash, how could she ever compare to the Ninth Miss of the Prefecture Governor's residence?"
Upon hearing Madam Zhou's words, Lin Caisang merely curled her red lips slightly, without retorting.
However, the mere thought of the Ninth Miss from the Prefecture Governor's residence couldn't help but amuse her inwardly, she was just waiting to see how the Zhou family would welcome that lady into their home and how they would handle the aftermath.
On the other side, Elder Mr. Zhou, realizing he could no longer reason with the Lin Family, shifted his gaze toward Ya Molian.