Mother Lin was also startled by these words, "No way, that Zhuang Yang is just an orphan she raised. How could he compare to you, her own daughter? Is she still guarding against you?"
At this, Mother Lin's expression changed even more, "Could she doubt that you're not her daughter?"
Lin Jiayi glanced at Mother Lin indifferently, "Whether I'm her biological daughter or not is just a matter of what you say, right? As long as you insist, she'll have to believe it even if she doesn't want to. The most important thing now is to make her value me. That Zhuang woman has her own skills, and she surely hopes her daughter is capable too. Only when she sees my ability will she be willing to hand over her things to me."
Lin Jiayi had previously thought about working with Li Guangyuan. She knew her own capabilities well.
Her small tricks probably wouldn't impress Zhuang Jingshu. To quickly demonstrate her abilities, she could only take shortcuts.
