There are two Joes in the compound, the eldest is beautiful and picturesque, and he is a winner in life. The little Qiao is as humble as grass and has been an old girl all her life. Qiao Nan: Ah bah, it is obviously my own, but my life is not even as good as the one I picked up !Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you don't look as good as your elder sister.