Old Master Xi was fuming, and he didn't hold back his insults. Sheng Lin had never been scolded like this before, and wanted to retort, but was held back by Old Master Sheng.
Old Master Xi pretended not to notice the little actions between the father and daughter, continuing with a stern face: "What do you call a genuine lady of a noble family? What is a socialite heiress? With poise and virtue, that's the true darling of heaven! Now look at your Ye Qingqing, what kind of words is she saying? Sharp-tongued, sarcastic, how is she any different from a marketplace shrew!"
"Our Xiao Qi indeed doesn't come from a wealthy family, her parents are from the countryside. But what's wrong with being from the countryside? Without rural people growing rice and vegetables, what would you eat?! To put it bluntly, if you trace back two hundred years, your Sheng ancestors were also from humble origins!"
