Ever cautious, she habitually left herself an escape route, never one to overpromise. But now, facing Jie Jingshan's expectant gaze—perhaps out of sympathy, perhaps fueled by the confidence from inheriting her grandfather's superb medical skills—she challenged her own principles and gave a firm promise.
Outside the courtyard entrance, Jie Jingchen's pupils contracted in sheer disbelief.
'In front of me, she said she was seventy percent sure. In front of Mom, eighty percent sure. And now, in front of Jing Qi... good heavens, she's claiming one hundred percent certainty.'
'This woman is a real chameleon, telling everyone what they want to hear. She gives a different promise to every single person.'
'Just how much of what she says is true, and how much is a lie?'
'Seventy percent? I could believe that. Eighty percent? I could grudgingly accept it. But one hundred percent? Honestly, I don't buy it for a second.'
