087: Isn't it disgusting?

As soon as Lady Number Three left, Su Jingmo fell back onto an ink-colored soft pillow and said to Su Xinyi, "Every day, I'm just getting more tired. When others hold a needle, they are as freely swift as the wind, but when I hold a needle, it feels like I'm holding a huge rock. While others can stitch fabric, I can only stab my hand, and while others embroider flowers, I'm embroidering my hand."

Su Xinyi couldn't stop laughing, her body shaking like a willow tree.

Su Jingmo: ...

"Humph, you're quite the rare visitor. What do you want from me?" Su Jingmo said displeasedly. Her younger sister was indeed a ruthless person; she either stayed home learning etiquette from Mrs. She or holed up in the study reading books.

At first, Su Jingmo thought her sister was just pretending, but after a few quizzes with Xiao Liu, she almost answered everything correctly.

Didn't she have any shame?

Are country girls so amazing nowadays?

She was somewhat questioning her life.