Jiang Ying knew very well that someone had spread the news that Ning Yue had gone to East Street not long ago. He had suppressed it and not let this matter spread.
No one would think that it was dishonorable for Ning Yue to visit the poor on East Street, but she was said to be unappreciative of the people.
After all, a slum in the East Street was considered an anomaly by everyone. Even the people on West Street were unwilling to go there.
They said that she did not care about the people's feelings because she had given the silver ingot to the old beggar and grandson without thinking.
Of course, this matter was magnified infinitely by someone with ill intentions.
He told Ning Yue everything. "These people have nothing to do. Don't take it to heart."
"Don't worry, I didn't take these words to heart. Come with me to West Street." Ning Yue sighed.
"Are you really going to West Street?" Jiang Ying asked.
