When Gu Qingming heard the villager's words, she felt a little aggrieved, but she also knew that she did look delicate and felt embarrassed.
Gu Qingming was someone who knew how to restrain her emotions. She put away her coquettish and aggrieved look when facing her grandmother and followed behind her grandmother coldly with an expressionless face.
Along the way, the villagers looked at the cold Gu Qingming and discussed again.
"Those from the city are cut from the same cloth. Look at how arrogant and disdainful they are. They seem to despise country bumpkins like us."
"That's right. If you despise country bumpkins like us, why are you still here?"
"Hey, you can't say that about her. Everyone's watermelons were sold for a good price this year because of her."
