"You're mistaken, she's not my girlfriend, she's my wife." Fu Xue stood up, took the cheongsam from Song Ya's hand, and said to Father Zhu, "Uncle, I'm a straightforward person, not very good at choosing clothes, so I asked Zhu Xie to help with it. And your pen was chosen by him too. The Zhu family has good upbringing, and Zhu Xie has excellent taste."
Father Zhu raised his eyebrows in surprise, thoughtfully looking at Fu Xue.
"Sorry for upsetting Auntie today, I will improve next time."
Neither humble nor arrogant, not angry nor aggrieved, she simply stated a fact and generously promised to correct her mistake.
In comparison, Song Ya, standing next to her, seemed like too much of a drama queen.
She clearly filmed the video on purpose, seizing the opportunity to embarrass Fu Xue. After all, when rivals meet, they get envious.
Song Ya's petty tactics were clear to Father Zhu, he chose not to expose her, wanting to see Fu Xue's reaction.
