Who are you? who told you to get lost, get lost!
The moment Duan qichen's assistant saw Zhan Jia 'er, who was wrapped in rags, approaching him, he frowned in disgust and immediately wanted to chase her away.
"Don't chase me away, Yingluo, it's me, it's me, cousin, Yingluo, it's Jia 'er! Cousin, I'm Jia 'er!"
What? it's miss Jia 'er!
Duan Qiyan's assistant also knew about Zhan Jia 'er.
The assistant stopped chasing her away and looked up and down at the woman in front of him who was wrapped in rags and covering her face. He didn't dare to recognize her, nor did he dare to really drive her away.
Duan Qiyan, who had already turned around and walked into the restaurant, also stopped in his tracks and turned around.
Duan qichen frowned and looked at the female beggar in ragged clothes at the bottom of the steps. "You are Zhan Jia 'er?"
"Yes, I'm Yingluo. I'm Jia 'er, cousin Yingluo."
"Show me your face," Duan Qiyan said.
