Qiao Yun took a moment to appreciate the auntie's moans before squatting down.
"Need help?"
She was on alert internally.
An evildoer aware of her identity?
Or simply looking for a chance to feign injury?
"My foot might be sprained, young lady. Can you take me to the hospital?" the auntie looked up at Qiao Yun, her face a picture of helplessness.
Seeing this face, Qiao Yun paused, her wariness fading away.
Speaking again, her voice carried a trace of sincerity, "Madam Li, are you alright?"
The auntie... oh, no, it should be said, Mother Li's face suddenly froze.
"What Madam Li? You've mistaken me for someone else, young lady!" Mother Li turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge her identity.
Without hesitation, Qiao Yun pierced through her pretense: "You know, I have a photographic memory."
