Wrecking the Scumbags, Really Called the Duke of Muston (3)

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."