A wise bird chooses the right tree to perch on; everyone knows this principle. But when Qin Liuxi said, "The tree you chose is not much better," it was like scolding both of them at once. It was no wonder that Prince Zhao was furious, and Yu Linglan's face also showed signs of awkwardness and annoyance.
However, Yu Linglan, bearing the identity of the Yu Family, maintained his composure and with a slight smile, looked at Qin Liuxi and said, "Every time I see the Master, you are curt. Did I offend the Master somehow?"
Qin Liuxi, with her hands behind her back, replied, "No."
"Then..."
"Just as this Prince has the habit of recognizing elder sisters all over town, I also have my personal likes and dislikes. It's just that I don't get along with Yu Sharen." Qin Liuxi smiled faintly.
The underlying meaning of "not getting along" is simply, "I don't like the look of you!"
