In broad daylight, a living person staring at someone else's front door with drool.
Naturally, this made the doorkeeper alert.
The servant walked up and asked Mu Qingqing, "What are you doing? Begging? Beggars, get away. Our lady's soup kitchen is not at the Liu Mansion!"
Although the servant was driving Mu Qingqing away, he didn't touch her, seemingly a bit disgusted.
Because today, Mu Qingqing came prepared.
She had a bit of mud on her face, intentionally applied before leaving home, just to show that she had been working.
And that mud didn't affect her beauty.
Moreover, she wore her oldest and shabbiest clothes, which she hadn't worn for a long time, aiming to elicit sympathy from Mrs. Liu.
"Brother, I'm not a beggar. I'm here to thank Mrs. Liu. She saved my life at the medical center last time and even bought me clothes. I..."
The servant glanced disdainfully at Mu Qingqing.
