Grandma Pei had always believed that the gods watch over us from above.
"You shouldn't do this," Si Fuqing helped the elderly woman to her feet. "You're the elder, and I can't accept such gestures. I'm paid for my services; it's a mutual benefit."
Grandma Pei wiped her tears, her expression solemn, "Miss Si, you have a kind heart. I will make sure to thank you properly."
"There's no need for thanks," Si Fuqing shook her head slightly, smiling. "I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer."
Mrs. Pei glared at Pei Mengzhi and said, "Hurry up and escort Miss Si out."
Pei Mengzhi shivered and hurriedly followed her.
After walking a distance, Si Fuqing stopped and turned around, "You look constipated. What do you want to say?"
Pei Mengzhi: "…"
What kind of description was that?
He struggled to find the words, only to squeeze out, "I just... think you're different from the rumors."
